Young, So Young, Did We Ever Have a Chance?

A Poem

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

— thought you were down by the willow,

waiting, couldn’t wait to see your face —

stop, don’t cry,

it’s not too late yet —

wish we had more time, maybe,

but that’s how these things go and I —

no, don’t start,

don’t leave me wanting you again —

and you’ll haunt me till my dying day —

though that’s come along too fast,

like a spark,

tinder atop the ashes of what we were —

what we could be, what we might be —

and, oh, your hair’s like sunlight

and soon we’ll be gone —

yes, it’s inevitable —

take a breath, my love, and —

hush now,

it won’t be so bad.

— look, I can see the stars tonight —

that hasn’t happened before,

and I think I might blink

or go to sleep and miss —

no, I don’t want to miss a thing —