Once in the 60's (with a nod to William Stafford)

We were alone once on a road,
deep in the heart of Ohio.
This was in the fall,
when apples and golden leaves
hung heavy on the trees.
 
We had cast aside other obligations,
you and I,
and let our ride take us wandering.
 
We tried hard to hold on to those hours,
but they slipped away,
as hours do.
 
This, we said, was our time.
We said we'd come back again.
We'd leave the other diversions of our lives
and find this place again,
whatever we had to do,
wherever we had to go,
to be so happy again.
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