Walking into what once was your home
Could lead to a man living all alone
He watches you cook a lovely meal
Wondering if this girl is for real
The dinner talk was making things clear
She use to live here more than three years
Now we open boxes that were left
They held no memory just regrets
Matching pictures with grandma's quilt
Can lead to Romance that can be built
But bottom line issues still remain
What you lost still needs to be gained
You meet a man that opens a door
He grabs you before you hit the floor
The accident that took it all before
Comes back flashing with so much more
By: Doris Anne Beaulieu