an old song

an old song drifts itself.  a familiar one, even, a little more.  the old song was once played in public, upon request, in dedication.  all the coy, and all the bravura of teenage years.  when love meant spirit.  and spirit meant eternal joy.  that little love story lasted a month or so, but took nearly half a year to finally move on.  its worth now: a little anecdote.  something to smile about:  how young was that "i" in another lifetime; what kind of version was love at that time.