I remember back when we weíre young by the creek.
Sporting that breezy, white cotton shirt
I loved so much.
It billowed in the wind
With a careless ease, similar to how we were
That summer. Running, laughing, smiling,
Sauntering through forest, seeking refuge
Between shadows, from the restless sun that
Still managed to peek through the dense branches,
And lush green leaves.
Itís sly rays shine in our faces as you gave me
My first kiss.
Creeks danced by, crystal lights reflected
In our eyes. We dipped our hands in the cool water
To try extinguishing a passion that scared us, yet lured us
In at the same time.
Didnít really work.
Time stopped, the world stopped.
Our smoky, pungent secrets, still hidden from one another,
Reduced into something sweeter, like the scent of
Ripe bark, baking in the incandescent sun. Or of those
Multitude of wild forget-me-nots you gathered, bearing a secret promise
I still keep to this day.
I never forgot you.