My Past

9 September, 2006 at 22:06 (Uncategorized) (, )

Walking up the road I noticed my past,
He was walking in the opposite direction to me,
Hand in hand with a pretty girl,
Half dressed and with the sort of smile I recognised,
His shaggy hair and leathered legs,
Reminded me that I am young to be headed home tonight,
Away from where the stars shine,
Back to where things are quiet,
And no drunken conversations ensue.
His arms felt good around me,
And his kisses as genuine as such kisses are,
I raised a hand in greeting,
But he had forgotten me in favour,
Of the beer in one hand, the girl in another,
She lifted her hand to me,
In the brief recognition of her future.


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