Back When It All Began

Black rain, struggling dandelions.
Yellow neon lights blink
like our bedroom
used to

back when it all began,
when the plastic was wood.
Back when the news was good.

We held hands and we ran
in the trees, your red skirt
my blue van of young rust.

How young and pretty we are
I got a lithium powered car
I stole some money from the jar
Let's go and blow it!

Today's coffee
tastes of teflon dust
but your smile
is still soft
like it was
when it all began.

Back when it all began.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.