Young

We should have met when we were young

when poems and wildflower garlands were enough

we should have met when I could have held your hand

and no rings would come between us

before the world changed our walk

before the clutch of children at our clothing

before the secrets whispered into lovers’ ears

before the clatter and clang of marriage came down on us

we should have met young, when we could have been

more than our secret you tucked

into the warm hollow between your breasts;

The first thing you said to me was how you missed

the blush of young love

so I went ahead and gave my heart over

to the impossibility of us.

Reviews

[Mr. D]

"So I went ahead and gave my heart over to the impossibility of us." And how did that work out for you? Not good I'm guessing. Hardly ever does. I could never do that. Give my heart over to someone else. It's basically a gamble. But I guess that's just me. Good read, anyhow.

[JR]

Oh yeah, it's always a gamble, and it has never paid off lol.

[Mr. D]

I know. That's why I avoid relationships with women like the plague.

[AJNJ]

The problem is that the minute we find something priceless, we try to convert it into something more permanent and binding and kill the life out of it. Why not just go with the flow? Great thinking as always.

[JR]

Don't lock up something you wanted to see fly? Yeah. Trying to go with the flow.

[AJNJ]

Now if we get tied to something we wanted to actually see flying away, that’s a different ball game altogether :)
In any case, there’s little option now bro. Once it’s done it’s done. But that’s just my feeling.