2/16/11

Summer of 1993
By Steve Baba


How did we ever love each other?

You always said I read too much,
I always got angry when you talked
To other boys,

We could never let down our guard,
But on that rainy day, it was a Tuesday,
You lay your head on my lap
And I stroked your silky chestnut hair,
The ticking of the rain was the
Only sound I could hear,
Oh did I want to kiss your delectable lips,

I knew I never wanted to go back into
The past ever again, I knew that
This was the happiest time of my life,
You knew how I felt, you didn’t have
To ask, you saw it in my eyes,

You touched my arm with a feathery hand,
And I could feel your love that
I had wanted so badly.


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Steve Baba is poet/writer working on his BA in Creative Writing. Steve lives in California.