Denial

I just want to open my front door and be home where the air is crisp,
With that same snap and sigh that dry leaves and twigs have.
I want to be back where I remember what snow smells like.

I want to be where I can see the sky front to back and my only reminder that I'm not alone is the sound of a
Ford truck ambling down a gravel road five miles away from where feet meet Earth.
She taught me how to love and wander her curves like water.
Feeling the sky above me,
I feel as though I've forgotten many a lesson in love.
I haven't seen her in years;
We don't talk anymore.
I always think of going back to her, but something is stopping me.
The hope of some brighter future?

Denying the past is to deny oneself
Denying the present betrays oneself
Denying the future is to sabotage oneself