Truth is, with the sun out & the blooms bursting again, I wanted to take a trip down memory lane, no shame, get up and get ready, take it nice and steady, top down, music on, looking forward to wine, no plans, no timescales, beautiful surroundings, just to be close by, for a few hours, a night’s respite, was my only intention, no desire for attention, a simple trip down memory lane, once again, one more time, back to a time when you were mine, no motive nor malice, no sip from a poison chalice, just a spontaneous burst, a life affirming splurge, much needed light without fight or flight, a sweet glance across the miles of endless loss, that was all I desired, if words had transpired, a simple miss you was all I would whisper, meaning no harm, in the morning I’d be gone, forever and a day, just wanted to make hay, simple and sweet, truthfully plain, a solitary trip down memory lane, to feel more pain, to be barely noticed again and again, misunderstood the road that I took, from the engine start I just followed my heart, foolish and led, I should follow my head, I must confess, I get lost sometimes, I try to find a way through, and all I wanted was a glimpse of you.
T’was a long road back, to find some more sad, only to be served my just desserts, probably, in hindsight, much deserved.
Mags Winthrop Blog 