people say
you should never
go back to where
you were a child
and they are right

my home place
the streets
where we played footie
chased girls
to make them giggle
played ollies
in the gutters
have gone
they exist now
only in my head

people say
you can never love again
the rush
the passionate, forbidden kisses
the roll in the dunes
the fumbles in dark alley ways
they are right
the back aches
the lips now dry

but hang on now
necessity is the mother of invention
as my mother used to say
there is more than one way of skinning a cat

with that
our cat leaps off my knees
and looks at me
accusingly
suspiciously
for she knows me better
than I know me

true love
never dies

07/13/2013