The house itself -- unchanged, but for trees.
So, backwards down the path of time
and frontwards down the the street itself,
past that place of star-crossed pretending.
Back to day of smooth skinned sweethearts
honing their skills through moonlight walks
and wine stoked basement rendezvous.
(Though her touch itself was an intoxicant).
All that was needed in the moment
were a ten dollar bill and Dad’s borrowed car
and summer jobs or dead end jobs were fine
enough for right now. (Hey, it’s a job).
Then back to the present; sore back, tired eyes,
grown up kids. (Yeah, that present.)
And wondering if her life turned out just as well
while thinking one more time of that girlish laugh.
(On a sultry night).