I always knew you would come back for me, but I didn't expect it so soon.
I missed you, especially last winter.
I could feel you there, but not there...waiting for me to come.
But I'm not supposed to,
and I don't really know how..
to get there
by myself.
You hafta help me,
like always,
Give me that final push,
until I'm there,
and we're together
again.
Why do you wake me up
then leave me
Here
All by myself
without you
to keep me
company
in the
dark?
I have only
Words
in my head,
Stories,
And then I can't go
back to sleep
to look for you
in our
favorite
Hiding place.
Is that where we
write
them
together,
or do you
write them there,
alone,
for me?
Either way,
I can't remember
exactly where they
Come from.
P.S.
I was in-between seizures when writing the above post this morning. There had been two already and another was on the way.
In writing "that final push," I thought of my boy on the swing (Nonverbal 1/27) and his expression upon finally reaching the place calling out to him where his chunky little legs were no longer too short to fly.
I missed you, especially last winter.
I could feel you there, but not there...waiting for me to come.
But I'm not supposed to,
and I don't really know how..
to get there
by myself.
You hafta help me,
like always,
Give me that final push,
until I'm there,
and we're together
again.
Why do you wake me up
then leave me
Here
All by myself
without you
to keep me
company
in the
dark?
I have only
Words
in my head,
Stories,
And then I can't go
back to sleep
to look for you
in our
favorite
Hiding place.
Is that where we
write
them
together,
or do you
write them there,
alone,
for me?
Either way,
I can't remember
exactly where they
Come from.
P.S.
I was in-between seizures when writing the above post this morning. There had been two already and another was on the way.
In writing "that final push," I thought of my boy on the swing (Nonverbal 1/27) and his expression upon finally reaching the place calling out to him where his chunky little legs were no longer too short to fly.