For Debbie
It has been a good day, a fine day.
We splashed in the surf.
We talked about things.
We smiled at a child building walls against the tide.
But years have passed
And we have become friends.
Now, I crave shy beginnings:
A fluttering heart,
An unfamiliar scent,
The feel of unknown skin.
I am so young to be so old.
And now that another beckons,
Dare I deceive
And break your heart
To be young again
For a little while?
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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