The Apartment

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