Remember in those early years
how you’d touch your lips to mine
while standing on the step –
how we cold-shouldered time?
There was no letting-go desire
of the embrace that held us near
No care in the world came close
in that moment to what we shared
Who knew those goodnight kisses
would carry us this distance?
(floating in a state-of-mind
of tender reminiscence)
Lauren Scott 2017