shambles and fresh air
Posted by ~ jamiegirl
A long talk about new lives,
words tumbling over both sides of us.
salt water wind, walking fast.
smiles make light dust on the sidewalk.
smell of spring, loving looks, seawall…
the view from here is all grown up and hindsight.
old love on an overcast day…
shambles always taste better with fresh air.
trains of thought move quickly through tunnels….
we save thinking and decisions for another time
and in all its charming and frustrating fits and starts,
we become deeply attached again…despite our best intentions
some things should have been optional—but, of course, weren’t.
