An American Adventure

Fragments of my life 
Remain stored away 
In a basement somewhere 
In the U S of A 

Reflection-filled pages 
Written on a journey 
Taken pre-marriage 
To the land of God 

Now retro-cool cassettes 
Their titles long-forgotten 
Though I'll be able to recall every lyric 
The instant they are replayed 

Dictionary and thesaurus 
Tools of a phantom calling 
Tainted by the echo of 
A woman’s bookstore tirade 

Photos, bedding, tea towels 
Receipts for placating purchases 
A bag of memories, good and bad 
Another of what-could-have-beens 

But the best bit of that time 
Came away with me when I left 
So I give thanks for the adventure 
And let go of all the rest