This is to nobody in particular.
Maybe it is to some one in particular.
I think back over the past several years,
so many memories, so many bad times.
And so many good times.
There’s been a lot of both;
I know I was there.
More than anything else, I remember the loss,
the broken heart.
I was numb, But, I was there.
Maybe when we die, everything gets
better.
Maybe we’re just at a drop off point,
Waiting for the next bus.
Some of us catch our bus earlier than
others.
I had a dream once, I dreamt of a place
that was dark, completely dark, and void.
And in the middle of the dark stage was
one flood light.
I dreamt people were dancing, and singing in
the light. That was all you could see was
the flood light.
The next thing I dreamt was, the light
Filled the room everywhere there was
light. Somebody spoke to me,
I woke up.
Have you ever been in love,
I mean really “in Love?”
That wonderful feeling that you get, of
knowing and feeling loved.
That’s what I felt.
Maybe this is just a bus stop.
Maybe the loss isn’t a loss,
maybe it’s just a short time out.
I know that I still hurt,
I think I probably will until
it’s time to catch my bus.
Will it come early?
It has once.
More than once.
What are the six stages?
Rejection, Anger, Denial…
I haven’t gotten to the others,
I think.
Yep, it’s been a rough couple of
years, but compared to what.
Loss is loss,
I don’t think it’s loosing, but it is a loss.
There is a difference.
I have to learn it, but it is there.
Quite a dream. Maybe it wasn’t a dream,
maybe somebody was trying to tell me
something, maybe this letter is
addressed to somebody after all.
I hurt, and I cry,
but, I am learning I haven’t lost,
I’ve had a loss.
I think I’ll catch the last bus, thanks.
And to whoever this is addressed to,
I love you.
© 1/17/2008
Jaunty-Rabbit 