Thoughts of the Brown-Eyed Girl From Ago

Thoughts of the Brown-Eyed Girl From Ago

How she has haunted me all of these years,
A love so strong, such intensity, such heartbreak
Forbidden fruit from another mans tree surely
I am with her every day, I have not seen her in over thirty years


I recall my heart breaking daily on my commute
As I passed under the bridge that led to her house
Dying a bit more, twice each day, once each way
The despair of that cold grey bridge tormenting my heart

Cool morning mist surrounds us as we make love on the hood of the Z
Only youth, a blanket and the sheetmetal between her and the warm motor
A sharp contrast to the sweat pouring from us as we embrace each other
Her strong sun bronzed legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer

Tall summers' grass surrounds and hides the low slung car as we rock and moan in unison
The sun is a soft cottony red ball peering through the haze on us from morning's horizon
We are as free, consumed and as oblivious to the world as we possibly can be
I feel her convulse in my arms crying, shaking softly as I follow her lead quaking


I have often wondered what our children would have been like.
How many would there be, what would we have named them?
Could the heat of our passion have lasted all these years?
Would her arms still welcome me, hold me, never want to let me go?

Would she be as old, gray and fat as I have grown?
Or would she still be beautiful with her deep brown eyes?
Would she still want me and hold me so close that it hurt?
Would her hair feel as soft and smell as sweet today as then?

Would her arm around my shoulder sooth the beast inside?
Would her touch be as reassuring and kind ?
Would her skin taste as sweet on my tongue?
Would I kiss her on the lips and never want it to end?

It was a forbidden love then, as it would be now
Her commitments, her responsibilities, mirror mine
Ten states away, a carry-on bag, a three hour jaunt by plane
A lifetime in my mind of what might have been