At The Stop-N-Shop~ By Pat Wadsworth

on a midnight run to the Stop-N-Shop
chilled by the frozen food’s icy blast
our song drifts through the deserted store
spinning me back through memory’s door
to roll in the surf of your sun drenched soul

pierced by remembering, time rips free
an unraveling old time movie reel
whirring backward to an earlier frame
scorching scenes from bygone years
fanning a tiny, but lingering spark

into a raging white-hot flame
in a fiery crash time disappears
time for taking back words misspoken
time for honoring sweet promises made
time for righting acts gone wrong
time lost to drop like worthless stones
time sinking
      into the
               lake of days
                            long gone 


Author Bio:
I have been writing poems, stories, and keeping journals since I was in grade school. Writing has been my way of staying balanced in good times and sane in bad ones. After retiring from a long career working with high-risk youth and their families I enrolled in writing classes at my local community college. My teachers, friends and family encouraged me to begin submitting my work for publication. My poetry has appeared in Mind Magazine, The Voices Project and The Blue Heron Review.