I was but 16.

I was but sixteen.

You, you were what society called an older woman.

But eleven years was nothing to me.

To you though, jail time was probably a thought.

But you chose love, over five to ten years.

And I guess, I never thanked you for your courage.

You could have waited two years, I would be legal.

But you chose love instead of safety in caution.

I'm sorry, that my love was fickle as a dime store novel.

While your love was like, Shakespearean plays you taught me.

For that I will never forget you, or your Courage to love.

You know, I never told a soul. But they knew.

Love is not a feeling you can hide, out in the open.

I know you will never hear this, but you should know.

The love we had, was all ours. Right or wrong, it was ours. 

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

A deeply reflective piece. The honesty and tenderness in looking back really come through beautifully.

[Randall]

Thank you, Curly Grace. I believe we all think once in a while. "What if?" and "I'm sorry for."

[Curly Grace]

More often than we care to admit to ourselves...I believe