He Was Nineteen, She Was Seventeen Poem by Marijke McKinney

He was nineteen, she was seventeen
The girl you left behind was sixteen
Now you love her
Under our old stars

Pour my feelings
To the top of your rim
The campfire’s
Growing dim

Hook yourself
Finger nails struggling
To grip hold a cliff
That will never stop falling

Golden hair of fire
Lighting up the truth
Don’t look at me with
Those half-slanted eyes
Beckoning me over
Away from the crowd

But we’re here after years
And we’re walking
With hearts streaming
Through our eyes

Pour my feelings
To the top of your rim
The campfire’s
Growing dim

You’ll venture back to her
And I’ll be an over excess mess
Leave me once
Leave me twice for timing
Never right