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 © | Year Posted 2009

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Masciarelli Avatar
January 29, 2010 at 11:04 PM
Hi Sue at least for the time being you can see him in your dreams on occasion until that day comes and it is your time to go home and he will be waiting for you on the other side half way between here and there underneath a bright shining star where the two of you can share an eternity under the moonlight. I have often pondered on whether reincarnation is even plausible but it sure leads our imagination to wonder if it is possible.Thank you for sharing this amazing write,Dean
O Leary Avatar
December 11, 2009 at 1:25 PM
LOVELY POEM WITH A LOT OF HEART PUT INTO THESE WORDS
George   Avatar
November 8, 2009 at 12:40 PM
Hey! Sue, You and I must be in the same darkness; I have thought exactly these same thoughts. Love, Lainie
Derequito Avatar
November 4, 2009 at 7:34 PM
This makes me think (without necessarily needing a new brain to do it, ha ha!). Reincarnation? Eternity? Afterlife? What if there's no afterlife after all? This is loaded stuff, Sue. Regards, Fred (PS Hey, this is a complete departure from your other poem that talked about hm, paleontology while doing your laundry!!! LOL)
Guzzi Avatar
November 4, 2009 at 10:50 AM
Naww you have a good brain a great brain no scarecow there nope ...you may need an adventure! Yup go do something outrageous! How about kareoke? Light & Love
Sheart Avatar
November 4, 2009 at 8:21 AM
Hi Sue, You sure got me to thinking this morning as I sit here drinking my morning cup of coffee. Read my little poem, I think we are both in the same mood. Truly enjoyed this. Take care, Love Light Patricia
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November 4, 2009 at 7:36 AM
This thought provoking poem, hold questions that so many of us ask, speculate upon, and who are we to know what lies beyond? A very moving, and introspective poem, Sue! ~ Carrie
Kendrick Avatar
November 4, 2009 at 5:41 AM
Grief has a way of doing those things to our brain. I hope that this is a topic and not a loss in your life. If it is a loss you have my deepest sympathy. Keep writing. Sara
Delacroix Avatar
November 3, 2009 at 8:20 PM
It is only natural to want to relive the love we have experienced in our life. I do believe that true love is everlasting. Thanks for sharing. Caroline.
Sweetheart Avatar
November 3, 2009 at 8:02 PM
Beautiful reflections, Sue, and stirring words and verses... who knows? maybe it can happen just the way u wrote... keep at it.. please read my thank you narrative posted earlier tonight on Soup.. just a small token of my gratitude to all special Soupers like u. Linda-Marie
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November 3, 2009 at 7:59 PM
Sue, I find it very comforting to believe that souls do return. A friend of mine lost his grandfather and said as soon as he saw his newborn son, he knew his grandfather had returned to him. There is much evidence of reincarnation, so I do not consider such thoughts to be fantasies at all, simply alternatives to simple life and death scenarios. Very thought-provoking write! Love, carolyn
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