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We were so young

When we paired

Attracted

By our radical youth

Thinking ourselves

Rebellious and bold

With the maturity

Of teenage grownups

Attached

By our sameness

These many years later

Paths long divergent

That misperceived sameness

Laid bare long ago

But banded 'til now

By conventions of union

We squandered our years

Under the patina of stability

And obligation

Finally emboldened

By the deepening shadow of aging

Separate and freed of our bind

At long last

But late, oh too late

For that nascent scent

Of cinnamon and heaven

Of new arms now withdrawn

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Your poem resonated with me. I was reminded of a past love in my youth. A girl that I had a crush on when I was a kid, and who felt the same but we never acted upon our feelings. Many years later we would see each other again and those feelings were still there but only in resonance. Age softens the heart and also tempers it with reality. We can't always go back to the way we were. A thoughtful poem. Thank you for sharing.