Magnets

She was beyond me of course.

She was way too young and alive for me.

But she didn’t seem to mind.

She was dancing on a table in the bar

In her carefree way unaware of the crowd

We sat and drank wine together

too much wine.

Like riding into the path of an oncoming truck

I was helpless had no defenses or anywhere to move.

We were opposite

 like magnets we had no resistance to the north south attraction

I slammed into her.

I think this was the most alive I ever felt before or since.

Do lights that burn this brightly always burn out quickly?

Being older I always thought I would go first

Even now I still dream of her smile..

She always knew the perfect thing to say

when I was happy sad or often broken.

How was it she always made me feel so young?

There have been other imposters over the years.

I have acted out the staged movements of love.

But when the evening light faded

It was always you honey.

You were the only one