Once We Were
Often in the dark of day
when I am cozy and tucked away,
I think of you and pray
you are happy in heaven ...
or wherever you've gone.
Perhaps you are in a middle place
(not that one of much disgrace)
where some folks like to trace
the in-between, a way station
before returning here to do it all again.
And then, that is when
I hope I would still be here,
you would find me
and life would be
just as it was when it was We.
Oh, how silly of me
you'd return a baby!
What if you have already!
So, how am I to believe
we'll meet those gone before
on some celestial shore?
I need a new brain
to stop all these insane
fantasies galore,
that fill my mind each day
when darkness comes.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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