Those days in Rome with flowers in our hair remind me just magical life can be.
20/8/2018
As if I’ve been cursed
The last ten years have been a nightmare
With a few small islands of happiness
The keep hope alive
None shine brighter
Than three weeks in Rome
For a good friends wedding
The bride to be
Was special to me
For she took my innocence
But not my heart
That belonged to another
Who was also a guest
And would greet me in the morning
In a charming bed and breakfast
Not far from the Vatican
The days passed as if in a dream
Of friendship, laughter and love
And a fortuitous violence struck
A volcano in Iceland
Had all the planes in Europe
Grounded for a week
So what a shame
That we had to stay an extra week
And explore the city
Eat, drink and make light
And it came so naturally
That day at the catacombs
Where my love and I
Put flowers in our hair
And knew without a shadow of a doubt
—
That we were the special two
As cursed as my life has often been, I’m blessed to have traveled more and had more of the company of old friends than I deserve. I’m a thankful for the little kindnesses my life has given me. They kept me hoping that there’s a better life ahead and showed me it’s not all doom and gloom. It would be even tougher than it already is if I didn’t have some good memories to show the sort of happiness that’s possible.
Those days in Rome with flowers in our hair remind me just magical life can be.
