Nostalgia

[DieterM]

Back then,
Summer was still a sure thing,
And we kept looking at each other with bated breath,
Unwilling to break the charm of love
That felt deliciously impossible

Then came our first autumn,
Norman winds would sweep us down dusty boulevards,
And sometimes we’d find shelter under the Pont Neuf,
Still not holding hands for fear of binding our spells

The following spring, I asked
‘Do you love me?’
You replied ‘Not yet, not yet…’
And set me free

And now, so many summers later,
While a golden evening keeps hanging on
For just another hour,
A dragonfly crosses the ancient sky,
And I remember

Touched by the thought
Of how young and beautiful we were
Back then,
Back then…

[AuntShecky]

This is lovely, like an old song. The only bit I'd change is the phrase "bated breath." It's not really fresh, but at least you spelled "bated" right. I've seen it written "baited" breath --I kid you not! There's something "fishy" about it, if you ask me.

[virtuoso]

I like the fourth stanza. It encapsulates the nostalgic journey.

[Haunted]

It's sweet, Dieter, and you handled the cuteness of a young child really well. Your use of seasons to convey how life wears on, from the very beginning with the line "Back then, / Summer was still a sure thing" and then "our first autumn" and so on, very effective.

[DieterM]

Thanks everyone for reading & commenting, I am glad you liked it. Sorry for answering belatedly but what with the sunny weekend, I've been offline most of the time, too busy roller-scating through the bois de Boulogne and picknicking. So I only checked things on my ipad, and don't ask me to type on that contraption (maybe I'm too old for that. or too clumsy. whatever). :-)