You Left I don't know what I expected But what ever it was, that's not what I got I did NOT expect to cry as I sat in that church I walked in angry I was not there for you I was there for your mother, your sister, your brothers I was there for our friends the ones who had forgiven you I was there for our childhood I was NOT there for you. You made your choice You walked away You got stoned, you got sick, you died You gave everything away - for nothing You turned your back on me, on your family, on your life I didn't have to accept you when you finally decided to reclaim what you had thrown away And so, I didn't Then why did I cry? Why did you go?
Two years ago this month I started this blog. When I started, it was to continue what had become a daily habit of posting on a CaringBridge site for a dear friend. That friend left us and I continued the blog for a while but eventually it fell from my life. Lately there have been things that have made me want to write again. Instead of starting something new I've gone back to some things that I wrote more than 30 years ago. After a little editing, I would like to share some of those old poems here. Maybe something new will follow . . . Hands Your hand in mine across the table uneaten food between us unspoken words Your hand in mine in the dark, TV screen glowing but unwatched Your hand in mine late at night, walking the hall IV pole leading the way Your hand in mine monitors and people confusion in the ICU Late one night the last night, saying goodbye My hand in yours
