With so much death surrounding me the past couple years, there have been recent days that have been difficult and I wondered when I was ever going to write again. I've been searching for that "good feel" or wanting that "day to go well" and as I have been travelling as a nurse and under the stress or performing as a travel nurse all over the country and the loss of my best friend to suicide, the loss of my mother, my sisters suicide and just, well, you get the picture. TODAY, I am working as a travel nurse in San Francisco Bay area and I finally had THAT good day... So, after work, I went to the gym, came back to the hotel and there in all her glory...my muse, inspiration and a lovely blank page. I knew I was going to write about losing a love, my friend Raymond and today I saw his smile which he was known for...after about 10 years, I finally had a good cry and let go of the pain from his absence in my life.
When You Are Gone, You Are Gone.
“When you’re gone, you’re gone”.
Hence why the laugh’s and carryin’ on
So many hours spent chasin’ the sun
Both believing, “when you’re done, you’re done”.
Yet, the day there’s a call and no one to answer
The dance floor waits but there is no dancer
The audience that would be, doesn’t appear
The lump in the throat knows “that day” is here.
Though opportunity still lies ahead
Unwilling to believe it, we shake our head
We drive the living from our mind
And do ourselves of the “un” kind
We go to somewhere no one wants to go
and release the one-word-knee-jerk scream of “NO!!”
On that road to acceptance, some stumble on
an endless quest for the denouement
In this world stripped of all that could be
Dance!, Frui diem! Dis oui à la vie!
Revel in the wisdom some have said all along
Be. Or not be, because when you’re gone, you’re gone
MickeyJames
@anythingprose.com
06/17/2022