A reason for everything

Eighteen years since I called this town home
Now I find myself here again
All for the purpose of watching
my oldest friend walk down the isle.
in the same church where we attended preschool together
The tulips no longer grow there
and the playground is nothing but a loney slide

A few blocks away sits the house that sheres my earliest memories
much smaller than I remembered it
The trees so overgrown that night fell early on the back yard
The brick street was missing the majesty it once held
that told us that nothing could go wrong
Its lies show through the broken path

The hope that yesterday held
was buried under the dilapitated houses
each bearing the mark of foreclosures and condemnations
It saeems impossible that this was my childhood haven
where we walked unsupervised two blocks
just to trade our allowances for candy necklaces and baseball cards.
Where our biggest threats were
summertime bumble bees and too much sugar
Where my biggest worry was what new toy to ask for
and how late I could stay up at night

Long before broken homes and crime rates
Stolen children and lost dreams
Absent fathers and sick mothers
When my big sister knew everything
and my mother could still climb the stairs
Before we had to move and leave this place
that now seemed to have abandoned itself

Now I see this place that gave me my first crush,
my first best friend,
my first taste of the unfairness of life
This place that taught me that life is constantly changing
And yet, I see nothing of myself here
So, I silently thank fate for the horrid interventions
that took me away from this place