Flashing grasp of an idea
Before our youths were ever cashed in.
Held onto our chips, played close to the vest
in snow.
You were never enough sleeping,
And I guess I was just dreaming
of passing
ships
in the night
and your signal lights
aglow.
...in the foam...
Adventure was calling a heart slow to age,
the same as it had back in our young Old Days.
So, some things don't change.
I remember, in the Winter,
Trudging quick to campus coffee shop.
Your wet hair frozen, and my breath in that
moment...
Springtime flash of our confessions
Just as our youths were getting cashed in.
Released all our chips we'd held close to our chests.
Let go.
We were lovers for a season
'til a sudden Summer leaving
a passing
of boats
in heat
put our oars down
and we rowed.
That feeling was calling my heart--"Time to age!"
Still falling, like it had in our young Old Days.
I guess some things don't change.
*Along the way,
You must have fossilized inside me.
Lightning on waves--
Metastasized my bad dreams.
And, over time, see that I was a distraction
No traction,
No chance,
and no time for empty grief...
...it's only brief, love,
still I did sink*.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
Flashing grasp of an idea
Before our youths were ever cashed in.
Held onto our chips, played close to the vest
in snow.
You were never enough sleeping,
And I guess I was just dreaming
of passing
ships
in the night
and your signal lights
aglow.
...in the foam...
Adventure was calling a heart slow to age,
the same as it had back in our young Old Days.
So, some things don't change.
I remember, in the Winter,
Trudging quick to campus coffee shop.
Your wet hair frozen, and my breath in that
moment...
Springtime flash of our confessions
Just as our youths were getting cashed in.
Released all our chips we'd held close to our chests.
Let go.
We were lovers for a season
'til a sudden Summer leaving
a passing
of boats
in heat
put our oars down
and we rowed.
That feeling was calling my heart--"Time to age!"
Still falling, like it had in our young Old Days.
I guess some things don't change.
*Along the way,
You must have fossilized inside me.
Lightning on waves--
Metastasized my bad dreams.
And, over time, see that I was a distraction
No traction,
No chance,
and no time for empty grief...
...it's only brief, love,
still I did sink*.
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