When We Drove Away...

That day we drove away,     from this town,           I have called home… I knew it would be one,     of the toughest things           I had ever done… For I knew I would be     leaving behind,           so many things,               that I did not want                     to leave behind, memories… Memories of the life we had… Memories of our friends… Memories of the good times,     we shared… When I looked out     over that peaceful valley… I saw those mountains     off in the distance,           and the quiet town               at the base… The same thing I saw     the first time,           I ever laid eyes on this place,               and I knew it would be                     the last time,                         at least for a while… The emotions welled up     inside of me,           tears flowed,               sorrow, and even anger,                     swept over me                         like a raging tornado… If you noticed,     I did not say much           for a little while… For I could not,     I could not speak… There was a lump in my throat,     as big as a basketball. Remember what we did     that final morning? Those places we went… The people we saw… I simply followed my heart,     and went where           I felt I needed to… Said what I needed to say… To whom I needed to say it… Some I knew     it would be the last time,           we would               ever see each other… Friends I knew     I would be giving up,           by leaving this place… Some I knew I might see again… If I ever came back,     to this place,           I called home,               for so long… But, I knew I would be     starting a new life;           finding out who               I really was… Finding what I was all about… And what I wanted to do, now… I did not know,     I had no idea… Would you always be included? I did not know that either… Would I always want you included? The answer evaded me… For I was not sure,     and will not be for a while… There was so much said, before now,     not much of it pleasant… Many things,     from many sources,           I simply did not know               what to do… What would I do? Where would I go? Who would I truly love? Who would truly love me? I knew when I drove away,     I would be giving up,           a love that was special,               total and complete,                     and going into                         the great unknown… As the tears washed off the dust,     they formed trails on my cheeks… For I knew my life would change,     but, would it be for the better? I had hopes that it would,     all I knew was this: There was something, something wonderful;     waiting for me when I got there,           what it would be I did not know… For when I made this decision,     all other choices faded away… As if they were no longer a part of me… So I knew; I knew,     something good was           waiting on me,               when I got home… It was just a matter of how,     where, and when           I would find it… Perhaps it would be you,     all I had to do is look. Perhaps when I stopped looking,     it would happen,           without reason. I would be “told” to go somewhere,     out of the ordinary,           and suddenly,               there it would be… I did not know what to do,     but, I knew,           I had to leave,               those memories behind… © Jonathan Wikkins November 29, 2001 Revised March 5, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 07:47 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   hope • life • love • sad • pain • thoughts