Girls Gone By

[BA]

It seems like just last week,
I was sitting around a campfire with 30 other kids my age at summer camp,
roasting marshmallows, singing, and trading stories about that days canoe trip.
I remember those days, and how wonderful it felt to fall in love for the very first time.

I still think about that beautiful girl,
about how perfect she was, and how utterly smitten I was,
and I wonder if she remembers those days, too?
I wonder if she could find that secret spot in the woods
where we first kissed playing capture the flag like I could.
I wonder if she remembers exactly what each of us were wearing that fateful night when two young untamed hearts became one like I can?
I can remember staying up late, hiding under a sleeping bag,
avoiding detection by the camp counselors, writing love notes by flashlight, can she?
Those were the days, when love was fresh and pure.

Then there that was that other girl who flooded my heart with love..

Exactly 10 years ago, Mindy walked into my life.
I was on top of the world, nothing could knock me off.
I would have walked through hell for that girl, she was my everything.
With her long black silky hair, those sky blue eyes, and that super soft skin, she unknowingly cemented herself a spot in my heart as "the one I let get away".
Does she remember all those weekend visits? I do.
I bet I could drive that 97 mile trip from Ashtabula, Ohio to Union City, Pennsylvania with my eyes closed, I did it so many times.
I wonder if she remembers passing out during an orgasm?
Or the wet rag I laid on her forehead to awaken her?
Does she remember who taught her how to cast a fishing pole?
Or who brought her roses on a Tuesday night in front of all her co-workers at IGA?
Does she remember the guy who hid on the porch roof in the pouring rain because her mom came home for lunch unexpectedly? God I hope so, I could never, and will never let those times escape me. I wish I could turn back time, and hit the 'pause' button on the spring of 93.

I miss those times, and those beautiful girls, and the excitement I got from it all. All that awaits me now is a grumbling, red haired witch everytime I walk in the door. Maybe someday I'll make that 97 mile trip again, and see what could have been..

 

[katmeow]

Maybe someday I'll make that 97 mile trip again, and see what could have been..

Funny how so many of us hold on to what could have been

Nostalgia's a beautiful thing, but damn it can tie you in knots too!!

I really liked this.

 

[harraser]

these are the sorts of thoughts i have ALL the time...

its the might have beens that really hurt, even though we know it *probably* never would have turned out like we imagine, we still never know for sure...

thanks man, youve brought up some good memories for me tonight...

 

[neverwas]

i really liked this peice...

its often the what could of been, why didnt this work and what ifs that really mess us up...

nie work hun

 

[E-girl]

i feel bad that i've lost touch with you lately. life caught up with me, and i had to push everyone away. so i now i think maybe you got back together with her... and i wonder why but i dont want to ask questions... you have your reasons. so taking the point of someone who doesn't know the whole story, i offer this...

first of all, your writing is beautiful. you capture with such spirit and beauty all the things that love is, or should be. i think its all the things we have at the first signs of love, those little things that diminish with time and are forgotten when we get wrapped up in routine...

I wonder if she could find that secret spot in the woods
where we first kissed playing capture the flag like I could.
I wonder if she remembers exactly what each of us were wearing that fateful night when two young untamed hearts became one like I can?
I can remember staying up late, hiding under a sleeping bag,
avoiding detection by the camp counselors, writing love notes by flashlight, can she?

you play the role that i play in my relationship.... the person who cant forget that day we kissed under the bridge, in the rain, at the park... the one who cant forget making love all night long that first time, when suddenly we weren't just coworkers, friends, "people at the club" anymore... dj and dancer... the person who can remember exactly what she was wearing the first night she spent in his living room, the day she swore her life would never be the same....

sometimes i wonder if he remember those things too, jay. i dont know if they carry as much merit to him as they do to me. to me, its not about the big things in a relationship... its the little things that make it meaningful. and sometimes when i dont think he can see that, i think maybe he doesnt love me the way i love him... but what i've learned is that, that's ok... we love in different ways.

all we can hope for is that these times are remembered... and that we will have many more of them.... you wont have the summer of '93 again, but how are you to know the summer of '03 wont be even more memorable?

p.s. check your devry email

p.s.s. can i include this on my poetry site?

 

[BA]

can i include this on my poetry site?

Absolutely. You dont have to ask.

Thank you everyone, I appreciate your kindness.
Growing up sucks, and there's no way to avoid it

 

[majikc0w]

Nice work, writings like this are some of the small things that are getting me through my own hard times right now. Thanks.

I went to DeVry for awhile, in the c-bus. I don't know about that place... hehe.