That Night

Posted on: November 5, 2014


There was a time
50 poems,
a video game,
a sense of home.

The lighthouse

After the night
on the private beach
After the drive
through mountains and trees

The morning sun.
We were young

We were “adventurous.”

Waking naked covered in bug bites.
Walking, wrinkled clothing, by the marathoners.
Laughing atop the hill.
The Windmill.

Sunday in the Hamptons.

I thought I was in love with you.

But I was just
In love.


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