In The Shade Of Summers Long Past

In the shade of summers long past.

© -MFB III

It was a ramshackle porch

in the Brairdale projects,

but to me it was a

balcony at the Taj Mahal.

The neighbor kids all

gathered there to

talk and play,

but she lived there,

the most stunning

girl I ever knew.

Almond shaped, baby blue eyes,

and lovely blonde curls,

with a laugh that would crinkle

her dimples around the most

beautiful porcelain smile.

She would tease me,

cause she knew I loved her,

asking if I'd marry her,

and things like that.

I wrote her over

one hundred poems

and so many notes,

but we both knew

where we were headed.

She being several years younger,

and me being just a project kid

with little hope at success.

It was only about eight years

that fate graced me with her

most astounding presence,

and then they tore

the projects down

and we were all split up

by societies demands for the

removal of an eyesore.

But I would give eight years

of my life to be back

on that rickety railing

with her by my side,

laughing and teasing

and flashing that look

that sucked the air out

of my lungs and that

made my heart do

kick flips over my ribs.

First love is

truly the best love

and unduly the worst love,

because it is fated to

always be your first love,

which usually winds up

failing to be anything more.

Sometimes I can see us

sitting out back in the willow,

cradled in the branches

that formed a huge room.

just her and I sharing

a summer long since

faded to the winter

of being older, colder,

and so distant from the

joys of youth unleashed.

When the world

was our lollipop,

and we were still suckers

enjoying the sweet tastes

of endless days ahead.

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D.N.

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"Me"

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Always

 

 

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bayareagreatthing 7 years ago from Bay Area California

I love this- it brought memories to my mind of a very similar time- beautiful !

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