Tuesday, March 15, 2005

days gone by and days to come

days gone by and days to come

along time ago, in a time almost forgotten
she sat upon a wall, giggling and laughing
in a torn flannel shirt, fishnet stockings and combat boots
a punk rock beauty
glances exchanged, retorts given, phone numbers returned
car rides to follow, parties attended, not so much as a kiss made
vows of devotion were proclaimed, friends till the end
best of friends
but he thought to himself
if only she would let him kiss her, she would know
she would know how much he loved her
days spent lounging on the couch, watching tv, listening to music
planning their lives
what they would do
where they would go
but alas it was not meant to be,
maybe another time or another place things would be different
but he couldn't wait forever
soon a girl came along and kissed him and her memory faded to days of youth
and punk rock glory
it was time to grow up and be a man
but he always thought of her
always wondered were she went, who she'd become
and he would wonder, what if?
hundreds of whiskey bottels later
a dozen woman with broken hearts
but he still wondered
what if?
he sat at the bar one lonely night
a old cohort asked, do you rember her?
everyday he said
call her she said
i have her number she said
and he did
she was still around
and on her way
she too had not forgotten
she too had wondered
she asked how will i know you
he said you will know me
it was another time
it was another place
they sat and talked
it was if a day had not gone by
and he leaned closer
to hear her over the music in the bar
and she leaned closer so he could hear
and they kissed
and she finally knew

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Autobiography?

Anonymous said...

Or maybe just poetry....

kimberleighanne said...

rock on, dig it brah! ... sounds like pure love, great writing also...