Erosion

It's a white gravel road,

laid down the middle of

dark green grass with

sun splotches and

trees that look like

broccoli florets.  

Her house is

over a hill with a

pool cupped in

thick carpet grass

in a spacious, open backyard.  

I'm 16.

The hot sun will always

see and remember me.  

But someday, this road won't.  

And I can't guarantee

she will either. 

Author's Note

Thoughts of a 16-year old while walking down a road to his girlfriends house.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

First love is so powerful. Though I think for me, it is always like the first time. But they have so much power over us. Every moment is a spiritual moment. Loved the road imagery and looking at the house from afar.

[Relic]

Thanks so much for the comment, Pryde. Nice to see you again. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Relic. Feeling myself back into the swing of things. So hoping I will be around her to kick around a little more than usual. Look forward to your next write.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. It is crafted and powerful.

[Relic]

Thank you, Thomas. :)

[Chris Shaw]

I find that things always seem to be rosier in the past. The summers were always hotter and the grass greener. I hope my memory doesn’t fade with age. There’s alot of grey about these days. A nostalgic write.

Chris

[Relic]

Some grey is inevitable with age. I have a bit too. Thanks so much for your valuable thoughts, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Tim. Take care.

[John the Baptist]

Things we wouldn't have noticed in youth tell us about loss as the sun dips lower. How to let go is a lesson all must learn or suffer.

[Relic]

The maturity and wisdom that come from aging are pluses. Thanks, John.