Sometimes O.K. Hurts
Love can hurt, —–they say.
It can also hurt to say, o.k.
Things started out like a wild wind.
Left me hoping it would never end.
I felt I was in the eye of a hurricane.
Things would never be the same.
A wild ride through ‘Lover’s Lane.’
Love was falling, just like rain.
There were puffs of rainbow mist.
Electric shocks from just a kiss.
Star dust, fairy dust, mistletoe & hugs.
Romping through the ‘dreamland’ suds.
You and me, sailing off to eternity.
Returning each morning for our tea.
Excitement around every curve.
Making new memories, as it occurred.
It was new and different every day.
So many games. So much to play.
It was like a dreamland walk.
Until it came to the place to talk.
It ended when you went your way.
All I could do was say—– o.k.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)