Young Love
If only we could have
held more tightly, a bit
longer; perhaps while
fondly dreaming had learned
beforehand the many
dexterities of hearts...
but the moment
is a moving target--
once seized
its changes continue,
nothing held long enough
to exist the same
beyond the first
grasping….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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