The D Spot

I am reminded of you this
early spring.
Usually your ghost haunts my summertime nights,
I don’t know why you are here
now
inside my thoughts
reminding me of long ago wishes
and midnight moonlight
and
the sunsets and roses
I saw in your eyes.
The last time I saw you
I barely remember.
the last time I kissed you
I cannot recall.
Those days were so hazy and
we were so young
by the time it was done
I wonder if I ever knew you at all…
I used to feel you, know your thoughts
I’d pick up the phone when you’d barely just dialed.
You threw stones at my window and
sang to me at the dock
by the lake.
You told me your secrets.
You cried with me.
One night of many
breakups
You sang Prince to me
While your mother flirted with my dad in a cigarette cloud.
The last time you left me
in that early summer morning,
I saw reddish highlights in your hair
and we kissed and said
‘later’
Never expecting to
never see
each other
again.