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.