Two Chairs and the Fountain of Youth

Two chairs against the barn
and suddenly it all comes back to you,
your youth, young love,
conversations and hands held around the corner
where you are not seen. The innocence of it,
unaware of how time and trauma and demons
conspire to tear apart that innocence,
that certainness. Remembering love unencumbered,
sweet smiles and tender kisses
and silly grins when words run out
and all you can do is look at each other
and in reality, that is all you needed.

About this poem

A love poem to youth and innocence. A poem of loss. Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom