Tales Told

He told her all his most impressive stories –
Of runaway cast outs looking for a friend
In old family tree houses of treated oak and cedar
Of days in front the lively bleachers playing hero
To a superstitious hometown crowd on Friday nights.

He shared his tales of sweet summer truths and dares
That smelled of old whiskey and evening winds,
Of the rare instances when he found himself alone,
With his fears and dreams and the honest reflection
Of a young man no other had been blessed to know.

He mentioned girls of his past, hearing their echoes
Resonating through the days and nights belonging
To his memory – intangible strangers to his present.
He relived all the laughter, tears, and silence
That had created the man who held on to her today.

And for all the tales told and stories shared,
She loved him infinitely more.

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