spurn

the grass was young and green
when we both played and ran
like bees in the summer
with faces full of felicity
every sight of your innocent eyes
is an airglow full of delight.
we were on the same page
like a leaf during the fall
falling in earthy tones on you
was heaven in a cloud of snow.
oh that was an endearing youth
carved on a now old trunk
scarred on still an unhealed heart
with your spurned love so ardent
and my regret so insurmountable
for the things we could have.
oh what a memory on film reel
with an unagreeable ending
and unchangeable lines
i remorse i said to you.
now i watch your life in pictures
wishing we were a movie
if only freshness kept my hopes
i’d shot a bow in an apple overhead
to take me back to that young grass
and scream a euphoric yes to you.