I’m hearing a song about a moon out tonight
and a guy walking hand in hand with his girlfriend
and I’m remembering those days and how
good they felt walking hand in hand with you
and I’m remembering how sweet your perfume smelled
and how good you felt in my arms
but tonight I can’t even see the moon
and don’t remember much about you
except that the moon hid behind the clouds
and wept when you cheated on me back in 62
and now it’s 2025 and I’m old and wondering why
my first love couldn’t have been my last love
instead of so many lesser loves that like you
are long gone now
most by my own choice due to none of them
being as good as you were back then
but that’s love and life that some win in
and most lose in when it comes to lasting love
so now I’m thinking maybe none of it matters anyway
when the lid closes on my coffin at the end of the day
and I won’t remember you or care about lasting love
because my restless heart will be peacefully obliterated.
Bob Boyd