St. Mary's of Regret

Oh blog of mine, I have not forgotten about you – I swear I haven’t. I just lose track of things sometimes and then I am reminded that I need to return to them. I also need to get my dear friend S to help me with some techno stuff so I can combine this blog with another blog that I have and see what we can make of it…

Anyway – last night I went to see 2 singer/songwriters of my youth – and by youth I mean my mid-20s. I saw Richard Shindell and Susan Werner. Two fantastic artists and fantastic spirits. Susan sang the song “St. Mary’s of Regret” which is a song I haven’t heard in a long time. It was always a song that touched my heart but last night I listened in a different way…you see, Susan Werner is the artist that my ex-husband and I saw on our first date. There is, of course, a story to that first date but it is unimportant now. There is a story to our whole relationship, but that too, is unimportant right now. But last night I saw the 8 years of my life that was held by that relationship flash before my eyes and over my soul. But I did it sitting next to someone with whom I am now very much in love – someone who makes me happier and calmer than I’ve been in a long time, perhaps ever. I have never doubted that ending my marriage was the right decision for both of us but there are times when I do wonder what if…when I do visit the graveyard of St. Mary’s and last night I had a lovely visit.

And then I went home to my real life.

St. Mary's Of Regret
Susan Werner
I'm wearing that dress
I've pulled on those gloves
I put on my veil
We once were in love
We once had it all
The entire sky
We threw it away
And I wonder why

Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
We visit them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret

The end of the street
The wrought-iron gate
The cobblestone path
The names and the date
The anxious hello
The everyday laugh
The intimate tears
The epitaph

Passion's always half impossibility
But lovers that we lose we never dare forget
We visit them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St Mary's of Regret