Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Try as I might to stay in the here and now, this change of season draws me back into a past where I struggle with the sadness that can still reach deep into the darkest canyons of my soul.
I wish that snake had never slithered from her hiding place in that old camper, that the artery to his brain had not exploded from too much adrenaline, that his heart had not stopped beating at a time in our lives when we were reconnecting as just us, that he had not left me behind…
…and I wish he was here.
Yet, there it is…
…immutable…
…indelible…
…infinite…
…he is not here.
For a time - a short season - I am bereft again…
…and I wish he was here.
"
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Try as I might to stay in the here and now, this change of season draws me back into a past where I struggle with the sadness that can still reach deep into the darkest canyons of my soul.
I wish that snake had never slithered from her hiding place in that old camper, that the artery to his brain had not exploded from too much adrenaline, that his heart had not stopped beating at a time in our lives when we were reconnecting as just us, that he had not left me behind…
…and I wish he was here.
Yet, there it is…
…immutable…
…indelible…
…infinite…
…he is not here.
For a time - a short season - I am bereft again…
…and I wish he was here.
"
…and I wish he was here.
ReplyDeleteI know,Outlaw, I know.:(
I love that song...Pink Floyd was one of the favorites that Rick and I shared...
ReplyDeleteNo one who has not been there could ever believe how we can love the one who is gone, no less, while loving the new one with us. Thank you for making this blog space where we can read your experiences with that and admit that we entirely understand. We truly have become outlaws to "normal life".
I sit here typing to you, with the photae of my dear Rick sitting in front of me...while I get ready to go downstairs for a hug and cup of java with my new love. And this is "new normal".
SpiritBear
I hear you -- all of you. This is the "new normal" indeed.
ReplyDeleteHow can a person be so happy yet so sad at the same time? Only we Wild Widows know what this feels like.