I watched a movie on one of my several flights these last two week. I was enjoying the somewhat uplifting love story. Then the vibrations of the large engines and significant exhaustion took over lulling me to sleep.  I awoke to landing and didn’t get to finish the film. The portion of the story I had witnessed solidified in my sleepy memory.

Several days later I watched the remainder of the movie and was left deeply saddened and disappointed. I’ve had this forming in the days since.

I am tagging this under poetry, but the rhythm in my head while it flowed from my head onto the page makes me think it is more likely an attempt at song writing.

Bring Us Back to Us

Watching you
Living in the moment
Running through the park
The sun on your arms, your knees, your face

Those are the moments
The days I remember
Deep in the now
When life was light

If I could turn back
I’d bring us back to us

Not young
Not old
Not new
Just so
We were us
We were strong
We could take on the world
We were us
We were strong

Those are the moments
The days I remember
Deep in the now
When life was light

If I could turn back
I’d bring us back to us

Watching you
Living in the moment
Running through the park
The sun on your arms, your knees, your face

Those are the moments
The days I remember
Deep in the now
When life was light

If I could turn back
I’d bring us back to us

If I could turn back
I’d bring us back to us

Deep in the now
When life was light

If only I could turn us back