This is a special piece, one that I wrote a while back. I think that just about everyone probably dated someone, when they were younger, about whom they still think fondly, now and then.
That’s what this poem is about.
Photo of a Lake Tahoe sunset by Gerald Franklin.
Summer may come and go
But I can recall
Days of my misadventures,
We did it all.
We cast out lines and
Looked out over the sea.
Traded our souls for laughter -
Always trying to believe.
To believe in love and music;
To believe in happy days.
And dancing in the early morning,
Laughing at the waves.
Never thinking our days were numbered.
The waves would somehow miss the shore.
The notes that I would keep on singing
Might not matter anymore.
I hear the silent echoes
That still drift upon the sand.
A starlit night that once we traveled
Cannot be held within my hand.
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Debbie Collett is a Kempsville resident.