HEARTZ

 

HEARTZ

Love comes easy when we’re young—
a spark we chase without a care.
It’s simpler letting it slip away,
easier aching than breathing alone.
If only I’d trusted time wouldn’t steal you,
I’d have held on tight, never let you leave.
Now your ghost keeps haunting me.I still taste those midnight hours
waiting for our parents’ lights to die,
slipping out the back door, quiet as breath,
meeting where the old oaks stand like sentries.
Clothes tossed on the bank, hearts racing wild,
we jumped into the creek—skinny-dipping rebels—
and for one wet, shining moment, life was perfect.I still hear the phone line humming late,
our voices tangled up in nothing much,
drifting off mid-sentence into dreams,
then waking with the soft, sure knowledge
we were young and still in love.
God, that’s when life was good.Years have taught me how to catch each tear,
count them like slow rain on a windowpane.
If I wait long enough, they always fade.
So I’m ready now—to feel that fire again,
the wild spark when it first begins,
the sweet, stubborn fight for a feeling
that never really ends…
it just goes on and on again.