We were so young,
little pups ready to begin the rest of their lives
huddled under a bridge for comfort.
Then one day, the hurricane came &
cast us all asunder,
something no one could have foreseen.
It took years to come to terms with the schism
but it made it all the more cathartic in the end.
I didn’t know how to live.
It just seemed so foreign
& then she came along & gave me
a refresher
& now I think I’m ready to get back to those
old blue jeans
wherever they make take me.
The line about “little pups” is such an apt metaphor–I could feel that awkward cluenessness of younger years. I hope the old blue jeans take the narrator to sunnier places after that storm! Thank you for sharing this.