The D Spot

It seems like only yesterday
What a cliche…
The air was sharper then, the sun brighter
the days longer.
We could run for hours in the fields
or
Talk for days about the little details.
It seems just a blink of an eye
since we were young like that.
Where did the days go
how did the nights escape us so quickly…
How did this time just
slip
away?
When we were young,
there’s another cliche
right up there with
young at heart.
Hell
My heart isn’t young anymore either.
And I woke up this morning
The heat of the sun still on my shoulders and
the feel of your arms
hands
mouth
still on me and
I looked in the mirror excitedly
but instead of the sunblonde hair and
freckles I remembered
I saw only the threads of grey thru my
brown hair and the merest of
crows feet
poking from the corner of my eyes.