Every heart beats hard

first and foremost, but

that girl may

not be the one who

yields.  So there you were

not the chased

one, but the loved one,

the attic dream come true but

interrupted by the man,

my second father,

who offered a ride

to the lake, but I

hitched out of

huge embarrassment.

Decades later, with

Your child there,

we ran across each

other at Wegman’s and you

were kind enough to

describe me as the


player from outside your lit

window, still

bouncing by streetlight,

yearning so hard, for

what I did

not know, only guessed about.

What a dream

You made.  Don’t worry

I’ll be fine, Love, Doug.

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