He Was Gone

They told me he was gone.

I didn't want to believe them.

I told them they were lying

that it couldn't have been true.

He mattered too much to be gone.

He was too important to be gone.

i didn't cry because if I cried than it was real,

and if it was real,

than he was never coming back.

And that was an unacceptable fate.

Until one day I called his name for breakfast,

He didn't respond.

For hours I searched for him

until my son said, "Stop! Daddy's not coming home Mama."

I smiled because I had to.

There was a huge hole punched through the very center of my universe.

Gravity would never work the same way for me again.

I would never love anyone the way that i loved him,

even though he asked me to.

When you love someone that much,

you don't see anyone else.

They are the only one in the room,

the only one that matters,

the only one that you can feel.

They told me he was gone.

And the day I accepted that,

I felt as if I was holding him in my arms again.

So that's why I smiled at my son

and i told him, "Don't worry darling... Daddy is home."

Daddy is home.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a moving piece of poetry here, Brittany...

the emotions of loss, realization of that loss, understanding, acceptance...and another realization...that sometimes those we lose are never really lost to us...they stay in our hearts forever.

[Brittany Bostic]

Thank you for your words. I am always glad to hear your reviews.