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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

He’s Okay

I meet a man with blue eyes and dark hair whom I fell for. I wasn't sure at first and then he went away to sea, along with his brother. I saw the ship going out of the harbor. Then there was an explosion and we were racing around, listening to the radio, etc. to see if they'd been killed. I ran down the walk and a girl was coming up the walk, carrying an evergreen bouquet for me. I was scared to death then, I'd just fell for him and lost him. He was gone and my heart was broken. Then I saw his mother coming up the walk at the street below. She met me halfway up the hill. "I wanted you to know, he's okay." Oh God, what a relief.

Then I was there where they are docking and coming ashore. I see a group walking away from me and call out. I call out Bruce—my ex. And then I catch up and my blue-eyed lover isn't among them. So I return home, and he comes in. He is shaken, dirty. His mother is there. He kisses his cheek. Then he hugs me. He says he loves me and I'm hugging him, tears running down my cheeks. I have him and know I really do love him.

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