Guy told me once – no – it’s told me twice
“I’m in the mood for some sound advice
Is this the trail I’ve got to blaze
To buy you a whiskey and ginger”
Guy, I would run with him up the town
Back ’round again till the moon went down
See if his mettle was good with mine
Worth weight in gold rep and a silver mind
Still maybe I’ll stay away
Let it sink down cuz it won’t be found today
Mother, she’d told us to act our age
Down to the month, “put your dolls away”
There comes a time in a young girl’s life
When innocence starts feeling heavy
Surely we’d said ‘fore the boys made noise
We would dream bigger than all our toys
Get out our blusher and curling iron
And post up our magazine women
Still maybe I’ll stay away
Let it sink down cuz it won’t be found today
Oh, but it won’t go away
Why do I want it so so
Feel his breath in my ear
Telling me what I remember
Oh, but it won’t go away
Why do I want it so so
Dreams of beauty
For the sake of whose part?
Decades fly by though we walked instead
Pitching our stones down a shorter path
When you got married you did not know
That children grow out of their bed sets
Guy could be thinking you’re still as sweet
Soft and inviting as when you met
Hair’s a bit thinner and waists are thicker but
These things were made to be lived in
No, never did stay away
Let it sink down cuz it couldn’t be found today
no, never could stay away
Let it sink down cuz we only had today
Copyright © 2015 Rachel Zylstra
From The Tacit Turn, 2015