Summer played
in the scratches
of an old record
singing through
the screen wire
covering my
neighbor’s window.
One hundred degree
memories flushed
my cheeks with flashes
of a first kiss and
my body’s response.
Love was yet unspoiled,
star dusted with trust,
and a world where
only he and I existed.
I clung to sixteen
for a breath
to feel once again
what it felt like
to believe my heart
would never be broken.
Just as quickly as the
sun rose across my memory
it faded into silence
when the music ended.
Too many years
and broken dreams
wrapped themselves
around me suffocating sixteen.
I looked up at the sky wondering
if he ever looks at the moon and feels regret.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Marian at Real Toads used the beautiful music
of Barbara Lynn as inspiration for our poems. It's Better To Have It
of Barbara Lynn as inspiration for our poems. It's Better To Have It
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