It was brighter then, in the
summer when buses came
waltzing around the traffic
circle, when the sun traversed
the bedroom walls, when the
pen and squeaky chair, the
soft hum of the radio rallied
the day. The ones we adored
were beautiful, blond haired,
with charm that washed right
through them- like milk from
a cow. How intent they were
on their books. The breeze
came swishing against the
paper. The clock sang in
time, knowing it still had
time. We lay on a crappy
futon Barely asleep,
nearly dreaming,
almost alone, soon to be
gone- the days disappearing
The nights, the patient
apprentice of young hearts
taking notes in moonlight
Years from now, I’ll find
their transcriptions in a
black notebook
composed of nostalgia.
filled with memories
that read like
tenderness and all
the things I thought
I wanted. For a moment,
I’ll recall the beauty of
summer days and a boy
who dissolved, sweet as
rain, along strands of gold
in a dying field of first
loves.
-Tosha Michelle
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