I keep remembering that day
when you walked into the kitchen and paused
just on the other side of the divider
waiting, I think, to see if I would look up
as you hesitated over your goodbye.
Every night the scene plays over in my mind.
I step around the counter that separates us
and wrap my arms around you so tightly
that I convince you to never leave.
I tuck you into my heart and keep you.
The day never comes when you give up
And stop hesitating over your goodbyes.
Sometimes I still see you in my rearview mirror
Running down a dirt road in the dust from my tires
That fishing pole wobbling in your hand
As you called out for me to remember you.
In my mind, I stop the car and watch you approach
And then fold you into my arms forever.
I should have taken you with me right then
I should have saved you from yourself
So I would never have to wonder why you didn't call.
April,
You deliver this regret in straightforward lines full of tenderness, poignancy and understanding. The kitchen divider takes on real significance and the third stanza image of "Running down a dirt road in the dust from my tires" is marvellous and very sad. And the title, a question those who miss someone can't help asking...
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
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Be always safe,
Karen
You deliver this regret in straightforward lines full of tenderness, poignancy and understanding. The kitchen divider takes on real significance and the third stanza image of "Running down a dirt road in the dust from my tires" is marvellous and very sad. And the title, a question those who miss someone can't help asking...
John