On the road back, the hours and miles passing
Finally the radio station came into range,
A free form station, one of the few left;
All the songs in the set were about HOME…
Capitalized, not a place
And each one reminded me
Along the long stretch of road I was on
That I was heading home
A place to sleep, to wake from, to keep things,
But it did not hold my heart, nor my mind.
It is empty, now, and cold
Colder than the winds that rush by outside
Colder than the winds that bounce around inside
home, not HOME…
So I entered, turning on lights to the quiet darkness
Locked the door and shuffled in
No one to look to see who entered
No one to ask how the time away was,
or a grunt “hello.”
No one to ignore or be ignored by
For the home ignored it all, and just was.
Unpacked, restlessly moving around,
Checking the mail, the messages,
I entered her room, still full of things, saying
“Wish you were still here.
Yes, I had a nice time.
Yes, she is a nice person.
Yes, I’m glad she’s in my life.
Yes, her family is nice, and the meal was great, and we had a fun time.
I may still have a chance at that job.
Yes, good news.”
I’m sorry you couldn’t be here to hear any of this.
Posted on November 25, 2012, in Caring, Fear, Grief, Healing, Inspiration, Loneliness, Love, Meditations, Mindfulness, Prayers, Spiritual, Support and tagged anxiety, being in the moment, concern, coping, death, depression, emptiness, Fear, focus, God, hope, Loneliness, love, mental health, strength. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.