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