Originally published February 21, 2023 on Substack.
One day when I’m 77, I’ll think of you.
I will feel how your hand in mine felt like
17 and summertime.
On my lips will be the taste
of your forehead kiss at sunset on the pier.
I will think of all your goodness and
how the sweetest moments are fleeting and flicker.
Candles with limited light,
tenuous, yet fierce with heat and sweet aroma.
I will put the memory of you in my treasure box,
and you will make me glow like
I’m 27 feeling 17 acting 37 when I am 77.