Enough
There was a time
when we walked on air.
You have to be young to walk on air
younger than the first taste of red lips
but older than any fairy tale,
yes, much older.
Love is timeless
or perhaps time is loveless,
yet we keep trying
to nail it to a broken barn door
as if we had words
new enough, or wisdom
deep enough.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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