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3 POEMS: LOVE FOUND, LOVE LOST
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-- This is one poem, in an autobiographical series of poems, I posted here at WriteSpike. Go to my stories section for others. They are in chronological order. --
Stolen Moments
Age 17, On the Embankment of the Charles River, Boston, early May 1962
Memories of my first true girlfriend. A stolen moment on a Saturday away from our schools in Boston one spring afternoon.
next to the highway
we spread
the blanket
on the sloping grass
above the river
you pull me gently
to your lips -
I am lost
and found
(cars who see us
honk their horns)
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Love Hurts
Age 17, Phillips Exeter Academy, Exeter NH, 1962
In bed
back
at
school
sudden pain
wakes me up --
my arms are aching
to hold her still
NOTE: I, of course, knew the expression "my arms are aching for you," but at this moment my arms actually hurt feeling her absence.
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The Divided Highway
Age 18, the first weeks of summer vacation, Sandwich, Massachusetts
Route 6, Mid-Cape Highway at night, 1963
My girlfriend was spending the weekend at my family's home. In 1963 there were no highway lights and very little traffic on the Mid-Cape in the early hours of the morning.
We sat in the middle of the highway at 2 AM
on the grassy divide between the four lanes
Lying on our blanket,
the sky was dark as a cave
the stars growing brighter
Until the aura of a
lone approaching car
spread like a dark fog
then brightly lit
the top of a tree
and finally a bush
before it crested the hill
and its headlights broke the darkness
with a light so brazen
we had to look away
until it brushed by us --
unaware of the show
it had just put on
You sat there
for an hour
loved what I had shown you
this passage
from dark to light
Kissed me
Just a week before
I had imagined a summer together,
the first in our long distance romance
But now there was something
that you could not say
you said you needed to be alone
which was odd after years
of wanting to be together
Since we had only kissed I knew
it was nothing we had done together
In the morning you left
were gone
without a word
After months
in the fall
you phoned
"It was my fault," you said
"I was a fool...
Please, I want you back"
But then it was too late...
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You did a great job captivating the feeling of young love and romance. Nice work!
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Love really does hurt sometimes. Such beautiful ways of describing this relationship.
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When we think of love, we don't think that hurt is a part of it, but it definitely can be.
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These are great! Thanks for sharing!
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This really happened and I still don't know why she went away that summer.
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No closure...that would bother me a lot.
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I had not thought about closure -- and you are right -- so I guess that is why I still think about it decades later.
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next to the highway we spread the blanket on the sloping grass above the riveryou pull me gently to your lips -I am lost and found(cars who see us honk their horns)
This is so beautiful. It's so beautiful and powerful to see a man express his love for his female lover, and doesn't solely look at her as some kind of sex object. We need more guys like you Rick.-
I thought she might be what I was looking for. Intelligent, knew her own mind (I thought), affectionate, caring -- but then I found out that something was missing.
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We sat in the middle of the highway at 2 AM on the grassy divide between the four lanesLying on our blanket, the sky was dark as a cave the stars growing brighter
Those little late night/early morning moments when you're just talking to the person you love, lover, friend, family members, and just enjoying their presence is always the best and more beautiful moments of life.-
David -- Good observation. It is as though you and she (or a close friend) are freed for a few hours from the daily world and can focus on something heartfelt.
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After months in the fall you phoned "It was my fault," you said "I was a fool... Please, I want you back"But then it was too late...
That's sad, but it's always great to know you deserve better!-
You are right and it was also great to know that I could survive the end of something that I thought was solid -- which is a lesson I would have to learn over and over again.
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Emotion in this is really strong and beautiful.
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Young love... I thought she might be the 'one' but I am glad I learned early on that she was not the 'one'.
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Young love is so intense, as it should be but it's like flying on a trapeze without a safety net.