the one that (thankfully) got away

Nostalgia that hits sp hard that ot rattles my bones. I breathe the air of the Audubon Park and drink in the scent of the Ohio River. For a moment I can feel the cold embrace upon my skin. I Want to shake it off but everything here is you. It's you and me. Young and carefree and in love with being young and free.

Riverfront the sights and sounds transport me to days before life overtook us. To midnight walks. Drunk and bold. To your naked flesh and the cool comfort of the Ohio as your lips met mine.

The I loves yous were real then. Or so we thought. Fighting one another to save what we'd built. The image of perfection out weighing our need.

The flowers came today as though I needed a reminder that you were near.

I hope the nostalgia hits you hard...

Willie and Waylon in the rain doesn't overcome the ring on your hand or the girl in my arms. But I want you and that freedom. The movies scenes of '07 replaying in my mind. You always new me to well. The buttons to push. The words to bring me back.

and God did you feel good in my arms. Suddenly there was no aging. There was no has been. There was you and me and we ruled this state. They cringed In fear and opened their arms in love. Because we werewere what we had built. A facade. So untrue to ourselves. Hiding in the shadows. And yet somehow it all made so much sense.

A silent cheers of warm Patron to the girls we once were and quite sip of Woodford for the woman I've become.

Too nostalgia my friend! We'll call it even on the pain.