If We Get Old

I want to pursue great adventures but this state is so small, 

tried to book a hotel but we’re too young,

so many restrictions that hold us back.

So I said lets drive to the waterfall and not think twice.

I grabbed my blankets, we stopped on the way for some food. 

Then we made love all night, in the darkness of the woods. 

Sweat, smoke, and hard embraces, secrets etched into my mind, things I regret. 

But I don’t want to think about that, I just want to hear the sound of the water falling against the rocks.

This had to happen sometime, because I remembered your infidelity and how it tore me limb from limb. 

We fell asleep in the backseat without our clothes and woke up to fog and the drizzle of rain.

I’m in so much pain. I’ve lost my myself in this forest.

I'm thinking about how this won't last. 

When I think about how you’ve done me so wrong is when I start to care less again. 

Then we went to breakfast, our routine.   

I said, "we're going to be those old people at diners every weekend".

"If we get old", you said. 
Sly grins.

Reviews

[Koushik Sen]

Nicely squeezed up the time. Well written. Visual.

[Coyote Poetry]

Best days. Camping, alone and enjoying life. I enjoyed the tale. It is sad that the young can't have the freedom of travel and nice places. This is why I Loved Europe. The youth hostel gave kids a place to have fun and enjoy life. A nice ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[JBoone]

Well done, beautifully written. Nice flow and well constructed. Powerful.

[Inject Positivity]

Nicely penned, I like flow of the poem with a passion of love in it... Those moments of young love can never fade away, and your poem is an example of it... The ending was very interesting... A thoughtful write on love no doubt...

Sincerely
Dhiman