On a fence

"on a fence" you sat

I stood between your legs

- we talked about nothing -

the sun would leave soon

and again we must part

to hold us over for next time

we caressed and touched our lips

I still have your scent upon my shirt for the walk home

and in my mind

your hair blows and glows, as I watch you disappear around the corner

but most of all, I still have the memory to last

I still visit the spot we said we would "see ya later"

Your vision still appears on the fence

but in reality, I know you are gone

well that "see ya later" will have to wait

for we know we will stay here forever "on a fence"

the most daunting feeling that lingers

is letting myself let you go...

to be continued...