The Season of Love

No, I don’t want to leave you

but I must

I see tears flowing from your eyes

Your parents say I’m not your age

you say you have to say goodbye

our nights were good

better than good

they were jaw-dropping beautiful

didn’t they have an idea

how old I was?

I ate with you and

your parents day after day

week after week

month after month

while our love increased

and without warning

I became too old for you

Your parents had a friend

who wanted to date you

(did you have a choice in this)

you cut our relationship

with one simple phone call

saying it was good

while it lasted

but it’s over


thanks for a season of love

Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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