A much younger love

I love a stranger
Whom I’ve known for many years past
Since school dances and bygone fashion
He plays a guitar
Better than I can hope to
And for that I love him
He’s far away.
Further away than ever in those Internet cafes
But closer than many in close proximity
It hinges on the promise of a future
And the things that could be
Togetherness seemed so perfect
It was
Whether it will stay that way
Time will tell
Till then we hang to the dream of that perfection
Not knowing as children what to do
Perhaps as adults it will come around
And then they will be actualized
Till then we creak on the hinge
Oiled by non personal communication
And the memory of the last brief perfect setting.
At the back of my mind there exists fear
From the uncertainty
And the wild oats are there too
I long for them
But I fear risking love
Over sexual gratification
From another stranger
Who I haven’t known that long
And probably will not know after.
Impulsive behavior is pristine
And rationality is the corrosive element
That keeps us joined in this many mile bridge
But in chaos there is opportunity
And the principle that drives every human war
Is dealt with and broken down
Only at the micro level
So it is foretold
That the chaotic hormonal activity that is love
Will cause it to be nulled
In its own self destructive nature
Nurtured by human nature
And we gaze longingly at an exploit from different corners
And feel that our time will come.
Carrions of our youthful demeanor
Aged by the adult ambition of togetherness.
Boundless in its promise.