A
Little
of
the
Old
#115
November
10,
1998
Today
I
felt
a
little
of
the
old
The
way
we
would
play
children
but
for
a
moment
up
past
our
bedtime
giggling
My
fists
of
"This
is
not
working"
softened
and
your
eyes
of
"Does
she
still
love
me?"
returned
back
to
the
way
you
used
to
look
at
me
before
seriousness
made
your
face
descend
It
has
been
years
since
I
felt
a
little
of
the
old
love
that
was
kindled
there