You turned your back and walked away
Under our magnolia tree’s blizzard of blooms
Leaving me with unsettled heart
Second guessing words I’d spoken
Under that magnolia tree’s riot of blooms
Forty years traveled—our paths again cross
Regret colliding with tomorrow’s intentions
And in that time—the years between
Separate journeys conspired to reunite us
Under that damn magnolia’s myriad of blooms
