Fifty and Five Years

I’ll never forget those summer nights
Parked in my car by the pond
Sweet kisses under the moonlight
Incomparable joys being with you
The fragrant smell of your perfume
The feeling of your arms around me
Your unforgettable tender kisses
If only it could have lasted forever
But when you went to Swarthmore
And I went to work in a tractor factory
You got fancier friends than country me
And vanished into a more refined world
While I stayed visible in that small town
Though it’s been fifty and five years
I still wonder what happened to you

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation. View all posts by BobBoyd