Love In My Twenties
Thinking back to my teenage years
my early twenties, falling in love
was so easy.
Truth was a tightrope
of winks and smiles,
of the promise of tomorrow
and today was just fine.
Youth
in its wondrous ignorance
sees art were cans of paint
on a cloth of filth has spilt.
Poetry with a guitar,
the weed that drove
us to the depths of revelations.
Dreams that lived in an endless
stream of contradictions.
The Bee Gees asked
"How do you mend
a broken heart?"
Oh the broken hearts
I survived with all its drama.
The letters I would write.
She was Bunny
and I was Rab, short
for Rabbit.
Bunny,
“Hearts heal, but your walk
loses a step or two, it loses its flare.
I miss you so much I just want to die!
What happened to us?
It boggles my mind how easily
you let go of US!
Tears flow as I write.
I guess I will survive
but as so much less than I was!
I love you with every beat that is me,
with every drop of blood that I have.
I am only half.
Without you there is no I.
Say Goodbye to who we were for me.
Say it one last time.
Say Goodbye to every part of you
that I will never touch again.
I let you fly and you never came back.
You were never mine.”
Rab!
Of course I would never send it.
Within days I would be dipping
the little redhead’s pigtail in ink.
Those were the days my friend
we thought they would never end.
That was love way back then.
You would climb a mountain with
your bare hands, change your mind
and ride the crest of a wave you caught.
Who knew way back then
in the throes of my anguish,
in the pain of my lost loves,
who knew how grand it was
to be young and in love.
Can you taste Black Cat Gum in the air
it is the perfume of our youth, God Bless!
20~11~2014
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