I keep leaving.A Poem by Julie HorstWe're all just stumbling around.
Seven times in four years
I've packed it all in I'm getting really good at throwing things away but as Jim stated (correctly, it turns out) the older you get, the harder it is to start over somehow. (He's one of the ones who won't answer my texts now.) Saw a shirt today that said Gimme MO Love and nearly bought it in case of nostalgia because I'm gone again, inevitably with or without that tall fellow going south, home to the roads I could navigate blind and this landmark and that landmark and all that snow that doesn't fall but above all returning to the place I felt most loved even if the ones I loved no longer call.
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AuthorJulie HorstSt. Louis, MOAboutI'm a bunch of rodents in a middle-aged lady suit. I'm not always as squinty as in that profile photo. more.. |