What if, going away
\nI found a place I never left?
\nFound a street where the windows talked,
\nthe trees grown old were young,
\nand I felt childhood
\nwalking in my shoes.
\nThe smell of bread I never tasted,
\nand names,
\njust beyond my hearing,
\ncalling out,
\nwanting to be remembered.<\/p>\n
And I could not hear the names,
\nbut lips stroked mine like wet mist,
\nhands touched my own without clasping,
\nand somewhere
\na strange love possessed me.
\nA terrible odyssey,
\nan ache deeper than the well
\nin my heart,
\ntime turned inside out,
\nand gates opening and closing.<\/p>\n
What if?
\nIs there such a place?
\nOn a beach of shells?
\nI grew up by a shore.
\nSaw into the heavens,
\nall my life,
\nan ocean,
\neven in the smallest things.
\nI do not wish to forget what I love.
\nI do not wish to forget,
\nand find places where too late,
\nI remember
\nwhat\u2019s forever gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What if, going away I found a place I never left? Found a street where the windows talked, the trees grown old were young, and…<\/p>\n