How Our Hearts Once Raced

Remember how our hearts once raced
When we used to meet
down by the river
at our secret place?

Was it because of our need to be together
or merely a charge from its illicit air?
I guess at the time it didn't matter
as long as that sensation, that rush,
was always there.

I'll always remember the things we did
All of which were equal in sin
but I'll not regret them
nor cast them from my mind
for with you and without hesitation
I'd gladly do them again.

But those times are gone now
many things have changed.
Those things that were once special
taken for granted and,
sadly, too easily explained.

We went from the threat of,
"Will anyone find us out?"
to the practical and mundane of,
"Did you remember to take the trash out?"
And long forgetting those secret times we both shared, complacent, their reverence never aired.

Now I dread the times since
When I've had to make that wish
That I could step back in time
back to when there was no doubt
that anytime, in any hotel room,
I was Yours and You were Mine.