September 19, 2025
Friday
Do you ever get a strange feeling when you walk down a street lit with a dim yellow light? I don't mean in a way that makes your skin crawl- or actually maybe I do, but it crawls with nostalgia rather than freight. It awakens a memory in me of how her eyes would shine walking home after a bottle of red wine. Oh, Yes! You know the look! Oh she’d look at me with a lens I never knew, she beamed with excitement that only grew, and the way she'd say my name made me admire my mother even more each day. No, no it is much too late to run after her adoration, I'd be running for miles in almost every direction! Once she turned that beautiful head she walked till I never saw her again. I was much too selfish and couldn't understand why she loved me the way she had. But when I sit under this weird, awful light I remember what could have been if I only knew what I did know now. What a strange way to remember the first love of my life.
Y.M.R