A tingling, a taste of the past.
Before it started. Before time.
Such memories would have been nice.
Though winter packed a punch that year,
Us two, wrapped up in desire,
Barely remarked the snow and ice.
For we, young and unbreakable,
Took slippery falls in our stride
And bought up love at any price.
Until the day they came.
Well this is intriguing! In fact it reminded me of our first start (my wife and me). We started with nothing at 19 and 18 respectively, a succession of flats/rooms.
I like this piece's brevity and the cliff-hanger last line too!
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Rolph David
Mon 10th Feb 2025 14:09
Hello Stephen,
I love how your poem touches on the transient nature of youth and love, highlighting both the joy of a time without care and the inevitable changes that life brings. 😊
Regards,
Rolph