Wyoming Boy Poem by hollie ash

we walked along the beach well after all normal people are in bed
and we spoke of being 19 and being 33 and found we had some things in common after all

we talked as we walked about the things we plan to do, the places we might go
and we asked questions you'd think we'd already know about each other

we walked barefoot in the cool sand, as the lights faded and the stars brightened
and sometimes the silence was nice and sometimes it was awkward

we walked to the jetty and found it to be kind of a let-down
and our conversation was at least half over but there were so many things we still didn't know

we talked of having sisters for mothers and nodded in understanding at their tendencies
and i understood him but i'm not sure he understood me at all.

and we said goodnight and each retreated to our separate darknesses
me thinking about all the potential in his life and how much potential there is left in mine.