I miss the old days
When mom and pops would ride off to work and the house was ours to own…
I miss the long afternoons with nothing to do and no bills to pay
The mystery of love that twirled loosely in my young heart
I miss the sincerity of the ink letters that tore my virgin emotions lose
I miss the suspense that came with thinking if she would ever notice and write back…
I miss the dark nights where I took count of the starry velvet sky
Wishing intimately to myself of the day we would ride our magic carpet up on High
I miss the times we would gather and picnics we the in thing
I miss dancing in the rain; Watering the rose flowers in our mini-garden;playing shake in the courtyard
I miss the way I would record her a cassette tape full of songs she loved..from the radio..lol!
Yeah; it was either sundowner or late date that caught my fancy
I miss her shy smile and walking her home..no cars, no gadgets ;just we
I remember the long walk would go to and fro a dozen times; who didn’t do this?
I miss stealing the kiss just outside her home then suddenly someone came opening…busted!
I miss fumbling over my words..and saying nothing but gibberish
I miss that she really sympathized and gave me a second chance..
I miss saying “” I love you..and she saying “I love you too”!Like we knew what love was..
I miss the innocence of having to buy her a penny’s worth of goody goody…
Because frankly I did not have any money and she totally loved it!
I miss watching rythmix on Friday evenings and serenade her the blues
I miss the joy of sleep overs with pals and playing cards like we didn’t have a care in the world..
I miss the long strolls at aboretum park down the sunset lane..collectin’ souvenir pebbles
I miss the rain soaked windows, candle lit hot chocolate over a romantic movie..with her
I miss the days of call box and hoping my coins would last me through the convo…
I miss looking into her eyes; promising her the sun, moon and the whole galaxy; holding her hand..Wishing forever
I wouldn’t know what became of her now but it made teenhood all the worthwhile..
I do miss these and more..But ..
Though I treasure those moments; I live for the present because I’m jazz, I’m a hopeless romantic but ‘tleast I’m a keeper!
(c) jazzkuria
