I walked through the park today

Where once we gathered and grew up

It seems as if the years that past

Were never even really lived

Just a few short minutes ago

I shared a Newport with you under the

Black Diamond Bridge

I heart that now you are an engineer

One who maps and plans

Guess what I grew up to be?

A poet without a plan

You would say it was my destiny

The girl who never quite fit

I never brought my lunch to school

Or wore matching bows

You never really seemed to care

That I always put on a show…

If I weren’t the center of attention

Than it was pointless for me to go

And after all these years have past

There is something you should know

I think of you fondly and many times I smile

Remembering when we snuck inside a Martz bus

On the way home from drinking barrels of beer

We laughed about what would happen if we were caught

and you whispered crazy nothings in my ear

We were inseperable juvenile delinquents

I was Bonnie, and you were Clyde

A plan-less poet from a child bride

A cold bitter “Type Way Too A “ has now arrived

I heard you’re a successful engineer

And it’s lonely at the top

I married somebody else

Not exactly the cream of the crop

Thought that would rock your world

You didn’t seem to notice much

You Fell in love with that girl and the baton she twirled

Through all these decades spent building lives

Forgetting husbands, cheating on wives

Writers block, late at night

Watching infomercials selling knives

What happened to that girl I knew

The one who had no fear

Where is the wild child running free

Who set her own fashion style

It’s rise and shine and half past nine

Off to the gym we go

It’s getting harder to remember

The things I used to know

Do you recall the day we met?

Van Morrison playing loud

We were playing drinking games

Based on the number seven

I think it was called “Buzz”

There was no one cooler than you

And just for you I put on a show

I chugged, and laughed and grabbed your arm

You steadied me, our eyes met

Your smile, your touch, your charm

We were lost souls meeting nightly in graveyards

Sitting under the trees

Smoking cigarettes that had a funny smell

Gimme Three steps Mr. Please

Teach me how to love again

I want to love like that

No cares, no worries, no stress at all

Just lay me down on the grass

And take me back.

Make it sweet like it used to be

And I won’t forget a thing

Let’s just pretend that we’re young and free

Driving out to the lake, you playing your guitar

See I still can Sing.

We’ll sing about how young hearts feel

When they don’t know what’s ahead

Now its deal or no deal

How many words we left unsaid

We won’t care if we have a clock

We won’t hurry love that’s slow

We’ll linger, play and sit and talk

So much more about you I want to know.

Be my lover and I’ll be yours too

There’s still hope for the brat pack, Romeo &  Juliet

and there's hope for me and you

If we just recapture some of that youth.

Stop lying to ourselves and answering with the truth

Could we just keep the moonlight

And freeze it in a jar

We’ll take it out on days like this

when we’ve got mortgages, stress and pain

wine to test, and pasta to drain

just think back, open up my lips for a kiss

Make love to me in the pouring down rain

Remember the You I’ve forgotten I’ve missed

Tell me about your passion

Your dreams are my dreams no need to explain.

Take me back to the railroad tracks

And let’s pretend that we are fifteen

Maybe we could rekindle that desire

Bring the loving back

That crazy wild throbbing mesh of aching

 pure and total ecstasy

our hearts as one

Our lips on fire

Our pulses became the same

No one cared or was keeping score

As we heard the nearby train

This was desire, we wanted more

Just rolling around, we were both the same

We had so much to give to one another

There wasn’t any other sound

Than our hearts beating with love for each other

We thought we would be together

Until the end of time

But we lost the signal somewhere

Along the suburban line

Now you get yours and I’ll get mine

In the end, nobody wins

I can’t go look for the engineer

Because he’s a preacher in Indiana

Paying for all those sins.

I’m still a plan-less poet

Waiting on a sign

That I do have a soulmate somewhere

He’s just really hard to find.