Going back

Walk through the door


It will be what it will be

Hands shaking

Realizing the fear

Do they remember?

Have they forgotten?

Was it all a dream?

Are they rose colored glasses or was it really what you remember?

Walk through the door, hearing the hustle and bustle.

Stop just inside to get your bearings

Deep breath to calm your nerves

Memories come flooding in

Sounds

Voices

Laughter

Tears

Lost in the moment until the arms encircle you in a hug

Someone you haven’t seen in years

Facebook Friends…whatever that means these days

In that hug, all the memories you shared together encircle you both

Weaving the bubble that encompasses your memories

Every hug extends the bubble

Every squeal of I haven’t seen you/ how have you been/ what are you doing.

Doors open

Doors close

Pictures

Memories

Songs

All of a sudden you are filled with the sounds, the voices, the laughter and yes, the tears.

A moment of silence, beyond the fray

Just a minute to remember

To let the ghosts whisper in your ears

Eyes closed and you can’t help but hear them.

Your heart fills, your soul is calm.

Memories are shared

Small things, that you never realized, are remembered

Those people shaped your life and realize, in your own way, you helped to shape theirs too.

You are hesitant to leave,

Knowing that you can’t stay there forever

One last hug

One last moment

Turn around

Don’t look back

Exhale

Things change, time passes, life goes on, but there are some places, some moments, some memories that bind so tightly that in just one breath all is right with the world.