Lost

Karen Hecht Springer

October 31, 2014

How can you lose what you never had?

Ah, naiveté, color of pink roses…

I can still smell the freshness of the new

I bask in the elixir of old memories’ perfume

Looking back, in my mind’s eye

There you are, the vision treasured

The dream worn and thin

Like a letter too often read

When the road was carved before us

Fate was laid at Life’s door

Wide open

Wide eyes

Never shut