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| The Class of ?????? Do you remember the wanting when we were young and so in love? Well perhaps me more wanting in the night with stars above. The top back or windows down whichever suits our fancy. The things we did and some we thought the risks and things so chancy. The moonlight kiss and holding hands at a drive-in picture show. Others all around the same, movies missed we�ll never know. The popcorn in the seat and taste of butter on your lips. Sitting side by side with soda straws taking sips. Your father wanting you home by nine we always made it ten. I never made it to your door as the light was never dim. The curtain quickly closed and we knew we were watched. Stammering for a stolen kiss but another one I botched. Hay rides for a social be it church or for the school. And I the clown and cut up always played the fool. You slapping my face when we first met for something wrong in class I said. The resounding ringing in my ears, and wishing I were dead. Then several years of dating an me working for your dad. You moved away untouched by me and of this I�m still glad. Not that I didn�t try but your values were so strong. So I adhered to your wishes some and I knew you were not wrong. Now the years have passed so long I still yearn for those days. Losing track of classmates, friends, and you and along the way. I like you would change it now had we done it all again. But being kids we always started never thinking about the end. Should you read this someday though I doubt you ever will. But if you should I�ve not forgot I think about you still. The Masked Writer <o.-> <-.-> � 2002 T Lovett |
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