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.

AGAIN

This is condensed for sure Twenty Lines a Day ,  they say.

I am blessed with a second chance, at my REAL LOVE.