Mission Bay, January 2020

Dawne Richards
1 min readJan 23, 2020

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Mission Bay, January 2020

I drove by our old house today

There really isn’t much to say

We lived there pre-Google Maps, pre-heartbreak

But my broken heart still knew the way

I found myself on autopilot, just like most days now

Driving past the house where our son and our dreams were conceived

Back when I still believed

In fairy tales and the future

The live oak, once a baby, is now sturdy and solid

Reaching to the sky the way I reach for you

Would I go back?

To that house, never

To that time, in a heartbeat

But now, instead of two hearts that beat as one, there’s only mine

Beating for both of us

Beating for the life you chose to leave

But I am strong, like that live oak

Strong enough to shelter myself and our children from the storms

And while I leave our old house in my dreams of what I thought would be,

I will never leave our memories.

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Dawne Richards

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