Nineteen and Seventy-Six
the expectation....
is the pain i write
will be only
a something faintly
remembered
lesson learned
lesson earned
tied up in a scarlet
ribbon in my rubble
laughter in the summer
yellowed as the white i
wore and obscured by my
view of you
playing, laughing... rescuing..
and acting like we were grown-
ups living a life
how much better the
hot summer used to get
hot...wet...tanned with
sweat on our lips and
kissing like children at
the fair
playing enough not to
hurt two hearts we
said.......
then....
Forever we spoiled the
summer of 76.
by janetta
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