We met when we were young. Very young.
Mom said it was puppy love. I know it was real love.
We parted for many years.
He married and raised a family.
I married and raised none.
Well that’s really not true, even
through the abuse, I watched over his child
from another, smart enough to walk away.
I also ran the business, when the one I chose was not able to do
so with a clear mind and without a drink in his hand.
Jump forward thirteen years after the divorce and I get a phone call.
A friend asks what exit I am at and after telling him he gives me a number and
asks me to call that boy from so long ago, who is just down the street from me.
My heart raced, I made the call and now we have just over 8 years together.
This is condensed for sure Twenty Lines a Day , they say.
I am blessed with a second chance, at my REAL LOVE.