The Nights That Bond

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