S. J. Falling Rock . When ‘ We ‘ Become You

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I remember when we meant everything to you,
How we  shared  dreams, hopes and ambitions. 
I remember when you valued my point of view, 

Somewhere though “We” became all about you. 
I don’t remember exactly when it happened, 
One day I came home and our stuff was gone.
Memories turned into fireplace fodder in summer, 
I guess not everything in one’s life can be fireproofed. 


I could drive myself crazy with all these “What if’s” 
In a split second I’d become Black Ice’s next victim. 
My rear view mirror’s already befriending the asphalt, 
Cigarette smoke is purging me of your perfume scent. 
  

I sold our house shortly before leaving town, 
Managed to turn a little bit of a profit. 
Now I’m heading back to the East Coast, 
Maybe I’ll meet the girl who’ll take my last name. 

  
Right now though I’m weaving my way through traffic, 
Trying to find some semblance of order to my thoughts. 
The sign back there says I’m about three hours away, 
Maybe by then I’ll have made my peace with our past. 

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S J Falling Rock