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, there
was much love there
Is that what called to me
as I drove past
Or was it just a need to
validate my life
By hanging on to memories
of happier days gone by
Doris, when we first met 
Darren & Doris at the Apartment 
Sons, David and Darren 
Doris
