Waiting to Die

Finally, I can breathe. (Enter the muse).

Waiting to Die

By Erin L George

 

I met you in my dream today

where you  waited for me, as you once did

with blankets to warm my feet.

 

The radio cranked high,

like your smile, wide:

“I”ve missed you, Babe!”

 

So anxious to show me a Jerry Garcia poster

that read “waiting to die”

and to tell me about your dog, who did.

 

Your kids are almost grown,

“My how time flies,”

“Oh yes.” (Implied).

 

Your baby blues dive at the thought of her -

the wife from whom we hide -

aisle five.  (That many years later).

 

Behind laundry detergent Tides

while you memorize my  lines

the way you did my butterflies.

 

“Hello old friend, it’s been years!

It’s me again.” (The one you kissed goodbye

at Mr Mike’s).

 

Do you remember?

Has time and this business of waiting to die

erased your memories:

 

A wilted daisy tucked behind

your windshield. Tossed love

upon roadside.

 

We made love by the fire

In the only place touched by your hand,

not hers. (Until she made you sell it).

 

The wine was sweet

like your promises (and lies)

when you begged me:

 

“Never leave!

I’m just waiting to die.

All I need is time.”

 

You see my friend,

"Time flies." And I have opened my eyes

from sleep, love, blind.

 

Remembering your goodbyes

My tears on your collar,

yours all in my mind.

 

And so,

 

I’ll wait for you in your dreams

tonight. At the mouth of aisle five.

I’ve kept my promises, again:

 

I will not wait to die.

Instead, last time I checked,

I’m very much alive!

Reviews

[KAREN]

Beautiful and full of meaning! The words flowed so well, alittle sad but the ending is turned to happiness!