Someday Soon

Someday soon
I promise myself
I will call you on the phone and have something to say 
I will make you laugh
make you feel stable
and loved and appreciated
I will say
 see you later
and really mean it…
Someday soon

I shall collect some light remarks
some amusing stories
and press your hand.
Someday soon I will spend the time
without impatience
without grudging
without hating it behind my eyes
and hoping you can’t see
without playing a brittle role.
Someday soon I will not allow you to invent a heavy schedule for me
will not have to smother irritation
someday soon
I thought I would 
I planned to…
And then you died.

About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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