I still remember
chopping down that pine
in some farmer’s yard
after midnight
and dragging it back
to be our xmas tree
that year in Ohio
when we were young
and escapades like that
were our forte
we thought we would live
forever
and now cancer
limits your forever
to 6 months or so
and xmas trees
live in memory
until I join you
on timeless escapades
in a heaven
we both
do not believe in
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Leonard Durso 
How sad, but beautiful
Thank you very much, Anna.
A beautiful memory.
Thank you, John.
Oh Lenny, This is so sad. I’m so sorry. Lovely poem. Much moved. Marion
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Thank you, Marion.
I just saw the entire title: for Steve. Is that our Steve?? Did he learn something new? Spoke to him about 2 weeks ago, and he was planning a trip to LA this month.
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Yes, this is Steve. And no, I didn’t learn anything new. We have a long friendship (since 1965) and many shared memories. This one came to mind and resulted in this poem. I think of him often.
At first I thought the poem was about a past love. But love has no boundaries, and our friendships, especially long enduring ones, possess a special love. Again, a beautiful poem.
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Thanks. I’ve been blessed with a few long, deep friendships and I’ve written poems several times to them, especially Steve, Jimmy Powell who passed after in January, 2020, my friends Maureen & Chuck who live in CA. There are others but those 4 crop up the most in my memory.