Ever since I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was write! I thought by now I would have an armful of published books, several children’s books, a few poetry books and possibly a few other publications. All I could ever think about was writing!
I recall type writers for a brief moment in time as a young girl. Then we got a computer, no internet. Then we had Floppy Discs. I had a boxes full of floppy discs. My writing was my everything. To write got me through break ups, fights, deaths, and falling out with friends. My final biggest break-up of my single life and my writing world came crashing down. It ended there. I stopped wanting to write and for years, I never looked back!
However, there is always more to a story. I’d be lying if I didn’t say there was more to this story about writing, what it meant to me and how I finally walked away. For now, I will leave you with this poem as a bit of cliff hanger. I promise there will be more soon!
It’s days like this when all I can think of is you.
Humidity wraps itself around me and reminds me of your embrace
The gentle breeze whispers your voice in my ear, I love you.
Waiting by the phone, you never called.
Angrily I left in my car,
somehow everyone knew I’d be driving again today.
The wind blew my hair in every direction,
it reminded me of your smile, our smile.
I can’t feel you,
I can’t smell you,
I can’t even see you anymore.
The engine rumbles, I am comforted.
In the distance I hear a cry
It sounded like you,
We’ve become two children playing hide and seek.
The passion in your embrace,
the nervousness about your eyes,
fear amongst your hands,
I found a forever that almost passes for believable,
however you’ve always been a good actor.
You told me today you’d call,