Duchess Trail

I play the memory of riding around that neighborhood circle over and over again in my mind every winter.  Riding in that neighborhood circle is more than coming home and leaving for work.

It was the journey to a long night in the driveway after we had parted ways.
It was where he told me there was more to life than you.
It was where my Dad found grace.
It was where you said I couldn't do that.
It was where I parked crushed dreams.
It was the finish line after a hard audition.
It was the starting line for a long day of shows.
It was the track to the mailbox for that one letter I never received.
It was the trail we took to get away.
It was the trail we took to hide inside.
It was the last time I saw you waving before I took the leap.
It was coming home from the last karaoke.
It was the moment before I told you I got the part.
It was the last mile before I let you go.
It was the second time to make sure the doors were locked
because secrets were kept inside.

Please don't ever think that neighborhood circle is just coming home because it is so much more than a way home...