Reunion Poem by Robert J Meyer

You fumbled and I tangled my hand in your hair
And both of us showed our novice tendencies in our urgency
But that seemed no reason to balk at the precipice
Of our adolescent ardor in full potency.

And so we danced the dance of life and love
In the back of a '64 Impala on Homecoming night
But neither of us really knew what we were doing
And it left us both embarrassed and ashamed.

Thirty-five years later, as we flipped through our feelings
While paging through our yearbook in a crowded Elks Hall
Amid the ghosts of our classmates peering from vaguely familiar faces,
Warmth and understanding colored our memories of that night.

We met at the hotel bar later, tensely taciturn again,
Fearing a replay of what was but a callow, youth-filled moment.
But the scotch melted both our ice and our tempers,
And we parted again with tender smiles for two lost teens.