places we have stayed in but not lived in, trips we have taken,
and people we once knew, but no longer know.
I could go in so many directions...
I wish we could have shared
That winery on the top of Mt Etna
Tidbits of cheese among volcanic ash or
Prayed in an aging church with
Pews infused with generations of hope, despair or
Held on tight so the wind did not
Blow us back to America before
We celebrated in the grotto of Castlemola
With waves interspersing our hopes and dreams.
But, at the fork in the road,
we lost our way so,
I went without you.
1 comment:
Beautiful yet it makes my heart ache. Love reading your writing. ❤️
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