Flutter

I remember Cannon in D,
Your blond locks shimmering in the lights.
Breathless, my eyes filled with tears,
My chest heavy as if it would never again fill.
Sweaty palms locked together, the law two seats away.
Young fluttering hearts,
I grasp tightly to every second, each slipping like the previous, voiceless past my fathers tie,
A crystal clear illusion framed by youth,
In these moments we imagined futures never to be.
Worlds of make believe untouched by reality.
copyright NathanMcleod 2015