Accidental Poet

It’s Just a Fantasy

It’s Just a Fantasy

 

Once upon a time

When trees weren’t so tall

In love with a young girl

A young boy did fall

 

A long ago mirror

Reflected a young boy’s face

Now an aging man

Love’s tears leave a trace

 

A man of sixty years smiles

At sight of a man and woman

An elderly couple holding hands

Invested deep, love’s devoted veterans

 

The man remembers his own love

Her name, face and smile

Within the core of his aging heart

Year after year, mile after mile

 

In quiet reflection

He misses her

In his favorite dreams

He softly kisses her

 

Staring into her eyes

He says “I love you”

He imagines her reply

“I love you too”

 

But alas, it’s just a fantasy

A fantasy almost as old as he

An aging man still in love

His first and last love is she

 

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