wishing for eternity
up in the east
through and past small towns of New England
we drive up for a pleasant nap and reprieve.
a decade’s memories
reminiscent in antiques from the 90s –
round TV’s, silver spoons, and plastic phones
streaked in yellow with passage of time,
it’s time to let go
of family summers by the lake
and weekends of futile attempts to save a pact of happily forever.
for one last time,
we stroll by the lake hand in hand,
wondering about an eternity that could have been.