It had been a solid year,
but when you heard I was back,
you came a hundred miles in that old black truck,
to see just one more of my smiles,
you said, with your shirttail halfway tucked,
tee shirt and worn out shoes,
half a year from your last haircut.
You hadn’t changed and neither had I,
you said. You held me like the long lost lover
I saw in your dark eyes.
You wouldn’t let me go, not now, not ever,
you said, as you crushed me to you;
both of us wanting what we once had.
I looked up and even the angle was still mine,
almost too good to be true,
to touch the silky blackness of your hair,
the softness of your lips,
the solidity of muscles beneath your skin.
I knew that you’d be gone forever,
I lingered on your shoulder,
I held you that much longer,
you were surprised that I would cry.
We told each other just that one time,
All the reasons we loved each other,
Then we said one last sweet and sad goodbye.
Truth in love lost/regained.
It would be nice to go back to the old flame, see if it works, you already know that he fit you like a favorite pair of jeans.
Thanks for this moment in truth of life.
This is a real tugging emotional piece............a story in beautiful words.........capturing a past love, the love still there...........I loved the flow and images imagining you in this mans arms.........the strenght between you so deep.............wonder if its a true account?!
Born in the swamps of the South Carolina Low Country. Brought up on the Classics with a great deal of emphasis on music. I spent about six years at the University of South Carolina in Columbia soakin.. more..