What is time anyway?
I remember being at this very place
2 other times; the small fountain
Near the trolley station.
It’s a public place, it doesn’t
Hold a particular significance to me.
But I can’t help but think back to 15.
My friend and I posing
Like little models on our day
Adventure. How young we were.
The fruit of innocence was
Perfectly ripe and we took our bites
And let the sweetness of youth
Soak into our souls.
Another time, 16.
My friend and I
Were being spies; looking
At the boy who was the object of
My affections across the way.
How silly it was to play a childish game,
But we could. We laughed and lived
Just as we should.
This place never changed.
Maybe a couple new spots of gum
Stain the ground beneath me, but the
Air still has the same dewy aroma and the
Sun shines just as bright in the summer.
But it feels so different.
I’m alone here this time,
And I feel much older.
Is that what time does?
Does it only make us colder?