I was starving
and you were my only food,
but you were also poison.
How brave I was back then,
when there were no other sources of sustenance in sight,
to turn away from you
and trust
that if I could only hold on a bit longer,
I’d be able to find some.
I did.
Healing involved
not only learning what my love is worth,
but learning what your love was worth.
Namely,
it wasn’t worth selling everything I am
to acquire.
Today, I drove down Mimosa Lane
just because I loved its name.
We must remember
to pursue these moments:
the joy
of celebrating our joy
Musings and Music 