I took a drive today to ‘get some fresh air’,
I rode by your home, you were not there.
I continued to drive – turning at will,
And soon found myself at “Figure Eight Hill”.
I paused for a while thinking back on the time
With saucers and sleds that hill we did climb.
Today it lay lifeless without enough snow for sleds to take,
Quiet and lonely – today no memories to make.
Onward I drove with no destination in sight,
When I come upon another of your older homes on the right.
I pulled over and recalled the fun times in the house that we had,
But knowing that you were not there either, made me feel sad.
Forward and onward I continued to drive
As the memories of you continued to thrive.
I thought of all the ‘last minute’ road trips we’d take,
Our trips through “Hell”, “Mackinac”, “The U P”, or just to the lake.
I cried at the thought of taking those type of trips no more
As once again I arrived back at my own home door.
But then I realized what I had done was just as back then,
An unexpected road trip with no destination as it did begin.
As with the trips before for this one you did play a part,
As you made me see you are still there, as always, in my heart.

_Doug Logan