I’ve written blog posts and also read other bloggers posts about what triggers a memory? A place. A scent. A song.
Sometimes I Forget
Sometimes I forget
That I’m not the one
Others speak of
When they talk about “those kids.”
Is Thirty-Seven the Magic Number?
At my wedding reception in the (ahem) 80s, I remember telling someone, “When we are on our fifteen-year anniversary it’ll be the year 2000!” Since it was my wedding day, and we were only married for a couple of hours, fifteen years seemed like an eternity. And we’d be old!
The turn of the century seemed like science fiction to me. A time and space that was beyond my capacity to comprehend. My future seemed bright, but also scary. Would our marriage make it? Would we have children? Would we both even live to the year 2000 and beyond to grow old together?
Here we are, June 1st, 2022 and both of us completely forgot our anniversary until it was upon us. Is thirty-seven years the magic number when it’s no longer a big deal?
A Cure for the Blues
I tend to get depressed on my birthday every year. It’s not so much because I’m aging, although that is a small part. I have my reasons, and they’re a bit personal to write on my blog. But, keep reading and you’ll see how I cured the birthday blues.
We used to be so carefree, you and me.
When we were together,
everything was fun.
The movies, parties, traveling.
Life had such vibrance.
Sometimes, we’d leave the house
at midnight and not return home
We used to eat and drink
anything we pleased.
The worst thing to happen
was an occasional hangover
the next morning. Continue reading “Without You”