Number 8 on Taylor

The right hand gate

The gravel drive

It all looks the same

Except his house

Has a garden now

I’m sure he didn’t plant

I turned at what had been my step

360

Remembering

And you walked me back

Four, five steps

And we stood on the walk

Remembering

When I told you to leave

When you first told me

You loved me

The memories competing for prevalence

You asked

“You remember? This is where we were..”

Ten years prior

and before I was afraid of being home alone

Where you kissed me and said goodbye

To go to work

And you hesitated

“I have to tell you something..”

My young wild heart told you no

Not to call

And your head hung as you walked

But this time

As the war was fought

between the fear that lived there

And the love you brought

I chose you.