Crashing on Memory Lane

Don’t be looking for me here in my big, fancy house

I’m gone now, racing down Memory Lane

It all started with the second glass of wine and a trip

To the garage where I spilled a box of stuff

All over the floor- there were poems and kids’ awards

And cards and souvenirs and a black, velvet box which

At first I did not recognize

Til I opened it and saw the name and remembered

The day that I went to the jeweler to pick out a ring

I was told to pick anything but I picked this one because

It was neither big nor small but it sparkled like the fire
that was inside of me

And it seemed to fit my finger and all that I thought I wanted

But now the box is empty
I couldn’t at first remember

But then came the story of that sad little September

When I couldn’t pay the bills so I took it into town

And turned it into food, and brakes and tires and power

Earlier today I stared at my hands and thought, ‘not bad for an old girl’

Then I moved my mystical gem to my left ring finger and

Admired how it sparkled, and swooned with how it made me

Feel to remember how good it once was to belong to someone “forever”

How funny to think that I would want that again and how funny

That this sad, empty box made me remember

On the day that I thought how nice it would be to love someone

Who would also love me forever (or maybe just for a little while)
that I would go crashing down Memory Lane