Poem 116, day 126: For Now.

For Now.

 

When I was around fifteen years old

I watched my first real crush hold hands with another girl.

 

In an instant perspective changed.

 

That puppet turn of head in the playground-

The glimpse of her chin dropped in laughter,

His palm cupped at her waist,

Felt like the worst heartache in the world.

 

All will know those times;

Lived, forgotten.

In later years swept aside for a true concept of love.

 

I hold him as though a sea of china would smash if I didn’t.

 

Many will know the linger of the snap of tongue;

A stain scrubbed at, fading, almost, but not quite.

 

On the walk it starts to rain and tree bark dampens.

 

The dog raises her tail and chases the stick-

Leaps at it, grabs it, tosses it up.

She won’t bring it back, she’s distracted by

A jogger, by the thud of feet.

 

I need to hold him like that, when

Pen won’t touch paper and everything jars.

 

Some will know.

 

 

 

~S L. James