Walking back in time

Spaces offer too much time for reflection

Of times past

When edges were clear

And cut to the core

A home, no longer a home

Now childhood near

Fathers gone

Husbands a mirage

phones rang on holiday’s past

With tears and cries

Trying to forget
Losses and trials

Offering  growth and grace

Or so we tell ourselves

I tell myself

What’s he best choice

For what we do not choose
Now here we wander

No plan or place

Homeless, childless, jobless

All identity stripped away

And you ask what I want-
To be loved and cherished

Wanted and desired

Ah, but that is not

What you are asking

Today, this moment

I want memories here

To wash away pasts

And create a new one
To find myself in my past

Running away

But always finding myself back

Trying to work out

Losses and trials

I never chose

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