for Deborah

We were young
the world was new
but we knew what
we wished to do,
knew the mechanics
the ins and outs
even though
we had some doubts,

So Friday night
a new-moon sky
smoke a joint
and slightly high,
back of my car
green Saab wagon
rang the bell
and I'm not braggin',

They say you remember
your first true love
the way we fit
like a glove,
the way we watched
the sunrise coming
even remember
tunes we were humming,

We did it at another
hundred spots
long-gone summer
connect the dots,
now we're meeting
Starbucks for tea
I wonder who
it is I'll see,

Will we be tempted
to replay our youth
in some corner
Starbucks booth,
No-tell motel
or rental car
ecstasy
can't be far,

Or just sit here
ruminate
memories
some long-lost date,
I watch you open
the Starbucks door
and know the answer
the ever-more,

Late that night
same new-moon sky
both of us
wondering why,
we let the magic
slip away
some other life
what can I say,

We make love slow
with un-rushed pleasure
like finding gold
long-buried treasure,
but with planes to catch
and roles to play
we promise to meet
again someday...