For Lost Loves (Poetry)

Young Love

We loved the way we knew
Plans made
The future certain

At fourteen we built an empire
Us against the world
Nothing else mattered

You and your clique
My skirt below my knees
Your hair quaffed
My black tied ponytail
Scooter dates
In the park holding hands
Luxury perfume on your hoodie
Oversized it covered me

Seven years later
Friends found other friends
Skirts turn to sundresses
Ponytails let down
Scooters became motorbikes
Hands changed
Perfume fades
To flashes of fleeting memories

Tell me again
Before the fall of the empire
What were your last words?