love story
I was seven and you were nine, I looked
at you like the stars that shined in the
sky, the pretty lights.
And our daddies used to joke about the
two of us growing up and falling in love.
Our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes.
Take me back to the house in the
backyard tree.
Said you’d beat me up, you were bigger
than me. You never did.
Take me back when our world was one
block wide. I dared you to kiss me and
ran when you tried. Just two kids, you
and I.
I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t
that little girl you used to see, but
your eyes still shined like pretty
lights, and our daddies used to joke
about the two of us.
They never believed we’d really fall in
love, and our mamas smiled and rolled
their eyes.
Take me back to the creek beds we turned
up. Two A.M. riding in your truck, and
all I need is you next to me.
Take me back to the time we had our very
first fight. The slamming of doors
instead of kissing goodnight. You stayed
outside til the morning light.
A few years had gone and come around. We
were sitting at our favorite spot in
town. And you looked at me, got down on
one knee.
Take me back to the time when we walked
down the aisle. Our whole town came and
our mamas cried. You said I do and I did
too.
Take me home where we met so many years
before. We’ll rock our babies on that
very front porch. After all this time,
you and I.
I’ll be eighty-seven; you’ll be
eighty-nine. I’ll still look at you like
the stars that shine in the sky.
