Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Days of tearful love




Walked her to the bus
At school many years ago
She was my first girl

All those days long past
We used to hide in the park
Kiss in a shaded nook

I'd found another
We teenagers are like that
I chose to breakup

It was difficult
Tears like stars ran down her cheeks
We just had to part

I was expecting
Abrasive words condemnation
But not one word came

I'm an old man now
Bent unsteady on my feet
But still think of her

Walked her to the bus
At school many years ago
She was my first girl

3 comments:

  1. young love, first love you always recall. Beautiful put

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  2. I'll bet she thinks of you now and then, too. Sweet.

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