Wednesday, April 23, 2014

You Were My 1983

You were my
1983.

You saw my heart,
naked for the first time,
I heard yours
echoing mine,
as I basked in your
approving glow.

You were
Boy George’s
silky voice,
that opening warm synth
of Spandau Ballet’s “True”
and you kept me company
as I listened
in the still,
quiet night.

You were
first-love
electric potential,
and it was too short-lived
for any disappointment.

Now you are
a Polaroid snapshot
in a photo box
of a shy smile
in a red graduation robe,
youthful and expectant.

Now your memory is
a welcome surprise.

You were my 1983
and when I hear those songs
I find myself
in the time machine,
remembering those days,
savoring
my long lost innocence,
and wondering
if I was your
1983.

5 comments:

  1. smiles...can take you right back there....the songs of the moment...every rose has its thorn...in my teens...and i still have some old polaroids...i love those things...thick with nostalgia man...

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  2. Sweet, Mosk! Nice capture of this particular form of time travel.

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  3. this is lovely. it is amazing the way memories can be triggered...a song, a smell, a touch. I really like the line, "you saw my heart naked for the first time."

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  4. How beautiful! 1983 sounds like a lovely year.

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