Though you’re decades gone and maybe dead and gone
like I almost was
I’ll never forget those kisses as we embraced on the summer’s grass next to the rippling waters of that pond in that small city, Woburn, MA.
Though we never consummated, went all the way, those kisses were more memorable, more wonderful, and far sweeter than
all the consummations, all the went all the ways, I ever had in my entire life.
Though you cheated on me and desecrated our teenage love, I hope you have had a wonderful life. And if you’re no longer living, I hope you are with the angels in heaven.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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