Reunion

I apologize
if I have forgotten
how our hands glide together
in the steady beat
of our stride.

I'm out of practice
of where to place
my lips when I whisper
the things not for parents to hear.

They don't let on
that i should believe
in love-
not at sixteen or ever-
They won't encourage "it"
but they won't stop
"it" either.

By "it"
I mean what you mean
and if that not "it"
please stop me now,
because I don't want to start off
with lies.

Remember
how we played truth or dare
And you were so true
I dared you to kiss me?
Remember,
you did so with honesty.

I felt "it"
when your fingers traced
my tears,
and later
as you told me what makes
your world black.

"It's" dark out now,
but tomorrow I will see you
for the first time in months.
I will be nervous like it is
the first day of school,
but it's been longer than summer vacation.
What if the other kids don't like me?
Will you trade the topic of sweaty palms
for our teacher's French styled mustache?
I need a good laugh
and a good smile.
It's been a while,
and the wight of this time
needs to be lifted
from our shoulders.