We Hid what we Did

She had a place
I knew well
sometimes went there
didn’t tell,
Our friends about
what we did
beneath the veil
that we hid,

I dream about her
sometimes, late
our last, and
our first date,
What she wore
how she smelled
clinging to
beliefs, we held,

But that was then
and this is now
like winter wheat
beneath the plow,
Back to where
the earth and sky
leaving me
to wonder why …