The Summer We Were Poor

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Thirty years, a name I hadn’t said
A photograph I’d buried in my head
I typed the letters in the search machine
And there she was — the Summer we were seventeen

Her hair was grey, her face a different line
But her smile was still the one I knew was mine
For one long week, before the world was wide
When we had nothing but the rising tide

I saw the hostel by the rocky shore
The cheap wine and the dress she wore
The plane that took her home across the sea
And the happy young man I used to be

I could have asked her then to stay
I could have thrown my life away
To chase a dream across the runway
To make her mine and go all the way
But I let her go with the morning light
And I’ve been asking if I did it right
Now I sit with silver in my hair
And watch the answer which is there

We had no money, only salt and skin
We promised nothing — so we couldn’t sin
She wrote me letters for a year or two
Then silence grew, and I grew older too

I built a life with bricks and quiet vows
I learned to live without the “what if” clouds
But sometimes in the dark, I’d see her face
The one I left in that forgotten place

I thought I’d find regret when I searched her name
I thought I’d feel the old familiar shame
But all I saw on the laptop screen
Was that I never could have foreseen

I could have asked her then to stay
I could have thrown my life away
To chase a dream across the runway
To make her mine and go all the way
But I let her go with the morning light
And I’ve been asking if I did it right
Now I sit with silver in my hair
And watch the answer which is there

She has grandchildren, I have my own
We both found gardens where we’ve grown
The love we had was real and true
But it was not the only love we’d know

I could have asked her then to stay
But I'd have stolen her away
From life that made her who she is
That brought her home, love and peace
 I close the page without a sound
The ghost is laid, the answer's found
Then I was young, I let her go
And now I know, now I know...

The screen goes dark, the room is still
I’m not the boy who climbed that hill
I  learned to let what happens be
And set things free, and set things free

…the Summer we were poor.