walking the past

on my morning
walk  I go
to my favorite spot.
I have not been in
awhile.
I always take the
same path.
I am careful to
do this.
we walked here.
You took me here
first.
so I am careful
not to retrace our
steps.
Not to wake our ghosts.
To do this I must
take this new path.
On my way back
i decide to
walk to this
field.
Our field.
the field we had
many picnics
in.
the field
we made love in.
The field I pointed
to the mountain
and said,
I want to live there.
And you bought
be a home on
the mountain
top.
Its funny how
time does heal.
I walk slowly.
carefully.
Will our spirit
be here?
will our past
our happiness.
When I
turned the
corner I see
in our field
a young couple
sitting in
the sun
on a blanket.
smiling at
each other.
I remember
that look.
This is young
love.
This is their
time.
they quickly
turn around.
Oh I am sorry
I say.
No problem
the young man
says..Its the best view.
I know I reply.
I came here
years ago
with my husband.
the girl smiled
warmly.
Her blond
hair moving lightly
in the breeze.
Its lovely,
she said, I bet you
two loved it here.
Is he still with you?
she asks..
Yes.
I say.
today I was just
walking the past
and found out
he was still with
me.
He is in my
heart.
They just smiled
and I turned around
and like an
80 year old
lady I blurted
out words..
like I was on
deaths doorstep.
Just love each
other and love this
moment.
You will never
get it back.
as I
walked away
i was crying
and then suddenly
started laughing.
What am I
fricking Rumi?
I sounded
like a Jackass.
Just then
my phone
went off
it was a text.
Do you want
pancakes for
breakfast?
Yes I respond.
I am done with
the past.