Bumper Cars

Remember when
we rode bumper cars,
ate cotton candy,
felt everything was new?
A torrent
has passed
under the bridge
since then,
flowing to
who knows where,
a flood 
that swept us up
and left us as
me and you.
Since then
we have ridden
different rapids,
fought different currents
and come out dry, 
but I think
I’d like to go back
just for a day or two
to bumper cars,
cotton candy and
us,
not me and you.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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