Old Stomping grounds

Today you embarked on a journey back to the land where we were last in love. Along the way you stopped and ventured in a town that hold delight for me. Do you stop during your visit and wonder what it would be like to share the moment with me? Were you overcome with a desire to have me along your side while you strolled the town square? Or were you blind to it all and I too full of sentiment to my own good?

Now that your back in "our" town. The town where we first stood as two fully independent adults, a place where we separated from all that we had know and were left to rally our strength and face our weaknesses. A place that we flourished. A place that will always have a tender place in my heart and a pull on my soul.

Is it weird being back without me? Can you feel my presence, as my spirit lingers in our old hangouts. As you travel down the same streets that were once familiar do you remember how I would criticize your driving and brace against the door? Do I even register in your thoughts anymore? Will your time back in "our" town bring me back to you? I am foolish to believe it matters, to think that it will impact you in any way.

As you gather in the old familiar places, as you reconnect with old friends and as you embark on your new journey I hope I linger a little in your thoughts. I hope there are good memories of us. I hope this doesn't pull you down or sadden you but rather that it allows you a moment to slow down and embrace the pleasure it offers.

Today my thoughts kept drafting there to "our" town. I can clearly picture the neat square layout of the city. The bright lights of the city's skyline. The cool breeze that once hold so much wonder. I can recall the greasy smell of bars the quite of the streets lined with trees and the people lined avenues. Such fondness makes my heart ache. Knowing that you're there and I'm here makes me envious in ways I couldn't of foretold.