“At what cost?”
She said she had to decide.
The boy from Alaska or me?
We’d only been together a few months.
Yet, my love for her went beyond words
We sat close together in the Washington pavilion.
In the last days of the World’s Fair.
Expo 74.
Holding hands while we watched,
Flashing pictures of the rugged Washington coast.
Playing to the music of Eric Satie.
We were falling in love.
Had fallen in love.
Three months later everything had changed.
The boy from Alaska was back, and
She needed to choose.
Me or him, and
She was the prize.
Marriage and Alaska was the cost.
The poets say love at any cost.
But that was not to be.
I wasn’t ready then.
Perhaps I’d never be.
Now all I have is the memory,
Of days filled with love and laughter, and
The music of Eric Satie.
Now all I have is the memory,
Of days filled with love and laughter, and
The music of Eric Satie
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