You’re a difficult memory,
But you’re a wonderful one.
You challenged everything I believed in.
You tore me apart and then made me a whole different kind
You nourished me, re-energized me,
and sheltered me.
You kept me warm.
You made me feel at home; you were good at that.
You were also good at leaving.
So was I.
All the roads lead to Venice, after all.
All the roads lead to love.
They lead to nothing.
But the wind blows.
And, when it blows, we have to go with it.
March 1, 2014.