Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

I recall a time long ago Sunkissed sands and holidays When we played and napped and smiled

Long time ago

Before we grew up and weren’t allowed to anymore No time No cash Before the marriage and the job and the work-a-day week and the phone calls and the bills and the everything

Before winters, like cold stones, piled up

    I think you left your car keys on the table in the hall.     Anyway.

I think we were happy once