You were nineteen

the tempus fugit blues

Photo by Gayatri Malhotra on Unsplash

You were nineteen and I was twenty-two
That splashy magic summer of ‘91!
Our hearts were young; the world was spanking new.

We were so smart! We didn’t have a clue.
We drank and danced. Had lots of tipsy fun.
You were nineteen and I was twenty-two.

Your cat had kittens. Skies were always blue.
I grew a beard. Read Cummings and John Donne.
Our laughter bubbled. Romance breathed anew.

And everywhere from Cal Tech to BU,
Butterflies frolicked madly in the sun.
You were nineteen and I was twenty-two.

Back in ‘09, you met Joe. Said “I do.”
I walked you down the aisle. (Still love ya, hon.)
Time flies. Dark hair goes grey. What else is new?

We’re such good friends, the likes of me and you,
Closer these days than when we’d first begun.
Fresh-cheeked, bright-eyed no more. That much is true.
But for some lucky pair, it’s all brand-new.