Was That You?

On the day you left,     something inside kept talking,           telling me things,               things I sometimes,                     did not want to believe… Was that you? For you are in the place,     where all things are known,           and all things are possible… Did you see things,     I could not see,           I could not feel? Was it you? Was it you that told me, “Things are not always what they seem… Look beyond yourself,     for I am with you… I am not far away, look behind you… I’ll help you when I can,     trouble is though,           I can’t tell you everything I see… All I can do is cause you     to wonder, to ask,           to wonder more,               to ask more…”? One night,     I felt something strange,           I couldn’t explain it,               still can’t… Things just didn’t seem right,     was it you who kept me there? Was it you? Perhaps one day,     I’ll find out,           what I don’t know… And all my questions     will be answered,           and it’ll be you… Was it you? For you knew     I would move on,           in time when I was ready… I did not want to,     for I wanted to hold on           to what we had… That morning you left,     you did not want to;           but you had no other choice… Except for when,     and how,           it would affect me… So you chose the path you took,     and when to take it… For what would have been better     for me… You told me this,     at that very moment you left… You did it for me… You didn’t want to… But you had to… But, was it you? When you crossed over     to the other side,           you left something behind,               something intangible,                     something wonderful… For you left your love,     you left your soul,           and they remain with me               to this very day… And I know you want     what is best for me,           no matter what happens,               in my life… And that you will help me     as much as you can… I know, but,     was it you? For that morning,     that morning… That fateful morning,     that morning you crossed,           the bridge, we call death… Now I must ask again,     Was it you? ”Yes, it is me…” © Jonathan Wikkins November 13, 2001 Revised March 5, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 11:35 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   hope • life • love • pain • personal • sad