Chapter: Same Story

Swept off my feet by a breeze of nostalgia,
Memories of once was, but truthfully never was.
The music sends melodies dancing through my mind of the swaying,
Of the dancing, jumping and flying.
Of the No Other Love.
Of what once was, but truthfully never was.
Enamored by so many films and stories convincing us it's ok,
Love is crazy, wild and untamed.
To expect the unexpected,
But surprises get old.
Especially the unpleasant kind that leave a scars where they once placed bandages.
The discomfort, the mistrust, the questions, intuitions, omissions, they come and go.
They come and GO.
So GO.
But no.
Not here, not today, tomorrow or ever.