By Tom Rodriguez
I drove past our old apartment
the other day
And thought about the years
we lived there
Three rooms on the second
floor
Something called to me
as I drove by
And pulled me back to
long forgotten times
Whispers from a life lived
so long ago
What was left behind
I wondered
In that place where we
once dwelled
Are there still fingerprints
there of you and I
Surely we left something
to mark our time there
Once, a long time ago
much love existed there
My only regret is that we did not
finish the life we started
Is that what called to me
as I drove past
Or was it just a need to
try to validate that life
By hanging on to memories
of happier days gone by