Lets go right back
To the place
Clad in bones and history
Bonnets & debutante gloves
Greenery surrounding me
So irrevocably mine
Between the thistles of the pine
Or the roll of hay
I stood atop
Riding a black motorcycle
Alone
Abandoned from behind
My hair now short
Wavers into the windy city wind
Grounded in my own authenticity.

I remember so vividly
Every bit and piece of the life I've lived
It all replayed like a haze
The night you told me
You didn't want to have children
You didn't want to have my children.

A reinvention
I glance at the quote on my wall
Uttered by my best friend
Who I'll always believe you must have been
A bit threatened by
Me and my backwards way of doing things
A pen and ink
You called my fake
And those words will never leave
The sound of a haunting.

Walking on tombstones
I pick up new ways
Filter through the vintage antiques
Or the laughter of a home
My mama tells me more than she should
Though her voice has grown frail
And I keep on.

Since you didn't have the courage to watch me leave
A new man appeared
As a major door slammed shut in my face
Seven little ones opened
And I know you don't harbor any ill will
But I can't and won't be thinking
Of you with fondness
Not now.

Its the little moments of happiness
In the stream of the Alabama abyss
I'll go home
I'll go home
To the place
That I was so eager to leave
I'm so different now
Everything is so different  now

And I wouldn't trade it for anything.