Eyes Alone

Eyes Alone

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Eyes Alone

 

 

i scraped my knees

put holes in my jeans

sliding in genuflection

to ask you to marry me

 

i was fourteen you were twelve

in real intimacy we never dwelt     

butterfly kisses 

made us together fly

i knew you would always crowd my eye

 

but teen years drifted past

we knew it would not last

you were gone before i knew

it was only upon adolescent wings

we flew.

 

those jeans since patched

to Goodwill went

and now my eye in rueful bent  

 

 

has too much room for tears to rent.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/19/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Clever, insightful and, of course, terribly sad.
What I remember most about my first love was placing her on a pedestal and not wanting to get close
enough to spot any flaws that would mar the perfection with which I burdened her.
Indeed, I preferred to love from afar--for the first and last time.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

wow, your story is sadder than the poem...
yes, we don't want to see flaws in our loves...we .. read more
Oh how delicious. Young love. I can remember my twelve year old heart in a real flutter over the paper boy. I would get up at 6.30am to watch this thirteen year old streak of leaness in his emerald green jersey, Watched him deliver all the papers till he disappeared from sight. He never noticed me ever :)

Chris

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

i am sure he noticed you, Chris...he just didn't let on...probably too shy.
thank you for sha.. read more
Mine wasn’t even butterfly kisses, it was just comic books exchanged. I believe the bliss was the same. You recreated it for me, here.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

comic books would have been safer, i think...thank you, DIVYA...
j.
"Young love, first love . . . " this reminds me of the old song.
T

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

wow...i had that single...by Sonny James...what a voice...
Oh the thrills and angsts of young love. I vaguely remember it, LOL
I do believe you captured the essence of it very nicely.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, Dale,
j.
The first crush ended in drifting away, in torn jeans and memory, in rueful bents. This was so nostalgic and touching. Those days are part and parcel of the good ole days sir. Lessons of life to dwell on.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for your kind words, Sami,
j.
Sami Khalil

3 Weeks Ago

You are welcome muchly...
oh man! i am cryin' now buddy! even tho in my own youth me eye was always crowded with too many young ladies to give me pause to rend me jeans ;) but i did wear holes in them .. quite a bit actually ..
E.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

thank you for relating, E....appreciate you,
j.
Einstein Noodle

3 Weeks Ago

:) ...............
dear Jacob... it is amazing the height of passion that young teens experience. I would cry because I had a Crush on the popular guy
with blond hair and would sing solos in the Choir. Now no one knows where he went or if he is alive. He moved to Las Vegas and disappeared. His Mother cried when he lost touch. Such is life. Pat

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Weeks Ago

wow, that is so sad that your Crush disappeared...my crush was on Judy Fracaro in grade school...i n.. read more

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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