Tag: Young Love
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)
I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind,…
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School, 1972: Haiku #4
Blue skies and white clouds High above the packed schoolyard Below, sad goodbyes
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School, 1972: Haiku #3
Morning sunlight shines Casting shadows of the big trees, Two hands tightly clasped.
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School, 1972: Haiku #2
For Cheryl T…Wherever She May Be Winter’s chill comes now Pink wool sweater warms your skin Teardrops fall like leaves
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later, Part the Third
As I stood there, Cheryl gave me a quick hug, then stepped back a few steps, her eyes fixed on me. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Cheryl straightened up and unbuttoned her pink sweater. Even though it was cold and her blouse was made from the same material as my shirt, she doffed the sweater…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the Second
Last Time, on Remembering Cheryl T….. “You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” ― John Green “There’s no love like the first.” ― Nicholas Sparks When I was nine years old and a third-grader at Coral Park Elementary School, I fell in love with…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the First
Prologue: The Fragility of Memory One of the things that bother me about the nature of memories is how fragile, how unreliable, and woefully imperfect they are. Take, for example, my memories about an event that occurred when I was 20 years old – my last day as a high school student at South Miami…
A Certain Point of View, Too 