There were three of us <br />that summer <br /> <br />you me & <br />that funny Mr. Hitler <br /> <br />all coming <br />together <br /> <br />perfectly poised <br />in our trajectory <br /> <br />as if it were <br />our destiny. <br /> <br />For us there would never be <br />another summer <br /> <br />storm clouds <br />gathering on an horizon <br /> <br />rooks rising angrily into the air <br /> <br />you fading into <br />memory <br /> <br />yellowing photographs <br />in which you never age. <br /> <br />Mr Hitler <br />and his Charlie Chaplin moustache <br /> <br />nothing but a page <br />in a history book <br /> <br />you <br />never coming back <br /> <br />me forever <br />going back <br /> <br />to a point <br />in time <br /> <br />when I could call you <br />mine...mine!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mine-41/
