My second journal here. My new beginnings. |
I don't get many things right the first time in fact, I am told that a lot now I know all the wrong times, the stumbles and falls brought me here. And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday, and I know... That I am, I am the luckiest What if I'd been born 50 years before you in a house on the street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike would I know? And in a wide sea of eyes, I see one pair that I recognize and I know... That I am, I am the luckiest. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you. Next door there's an old man, who lived to his 90s and one day passed away in his sleep and his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong But I know... That I am, I am the luckiest. ("The Luckiest" by the great Ben Folds. A BEAUTIFUL song. Listen to it.) This weather, this beautiful, warm, fantastic weather...it's killing me. It's bringing back memories that I so long for. I want to reach out and grab them and hold onto them forever. I can't believe I'm where I am. That I've gotten this far. And weather like this....well, it always does this to me. Elaine Bradley |