okay

okay
maybe it took this poem
maybe I was just set up by
my own hurt
maybe it's just these times, or
maybe
this last one just hit me like a
storm, or
maybe it's
you
or
her

I'll get to work on this
dave
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From: WHONROCK1@aol.com <WHONROCK1@aol.com>
To: editors@artvilla.com <editors@artvilla.com>
Date: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 6:37 PM
Subject: for your review and consideration

this one is posted on Allpoetry Poetry Network: Poetry contributions by the Can.to artist network to absolutely incredible reviews by other poets, i thought you might wish to take a look at it...
i must warn you before you read this poem, i am not sure if this is a true memory, or a representation of the thoughts and feelings i had on nov 13, 2000 upon my return from the funeral and burial of my wife, at this moment, 5:30 mdt 10-17-01, it is only 75 hours old, i see no need to revise it, since it's had such incredible reviews from much more experienced poets than i.....

The Most Horrible Morning

When I got back, from there'¦
That night, I couldn't sleep'¦
I told you, "I love you."
But you didn't respond'¦ Why not'¦?
Weren't you there?

I thought I touched your shoulder'¦
Didn't I'¦?
Was that your voice, saying, "I love you"?

Is that you, in the moonlight?
Was that your hand, that touched me?
What am I thinking?

Perhaps, when I sleep tonight,
I'll wake in the morning,
I'll realize the last few days were nothing more,
Than a horrible nightmare'¦
Sleep'¦ come over me'¦
Let me finish this nightmare,
And you'll be here'¦

Close eyes'¦ sleep come'¦ finish this nightmare'¦
So I can wake in the morning,
And she'll be here'¦
And the last few days,
Are just that, the most horrible nightmare
Anyone has ever had'¦

Sleep comes'¦ I think'¦
Is this a dream?
I love you'¦ Why don't you respond?

Oh no, is it morning already?
I feel for you in the bed'¦
Where are you?
Did you wake before me?
Yes, that's it, you're out making coffee'¦
Let me go look'¦ "Honey, where are you?
Oh yeah, you went into work last night'¦
Why don't I remember that though...?

What's this? Flowers?
I don't remember buying you flowers,
Especially this fresh'¦
Where did they come from'¦?
Oh, there's a card'¦
Maybe that'll remind me'¦

What's this on the card?
NO'¦ OH, NO'¦
The card says'¦ NO'¦ PLEASE'¦
It's not possible'¦
You're here'¦ you're just at work'¦ Right'¦?

The card says:
"in sympathy'¦" NO'¦. PLEASE NO'¦
It can't be'¦.

These last few days, were nothing,
More than a nightmare'¦ RIGHT?
OH MY GOD'¦. NO'¦
They were'¦ weren't they?

SLEEP'¦ COME BACK TO ME'¦
Nightmare, come back'¦
Let her be here, when I wake'¦

Suddenly, the phone rings'¦ Is it you?
A woman's voice says'¦
"you're back,"
but it's not your voice'¦
"can I do anything for you?
I'm so sorry'¦"

Oh my GOD'¦
NO'¦ it can't be'¦ It can't be true'¦
But it is'¦ NO'¦ NO'¦ NO'¦
She'll be here in a few minutes'¦

There's a knock on the door'¦
Why did you knock? You live here'¦
That's it, you forgot your key'¦
But, it's a friend of ours'¦ It's not you'¦

Please don't make me open the door'¦
Because'¦ if I do'¦
It can only mean'¦ One of two things'¦
Either the two of us shared the same nightmare,
Or'¦ NO'¦ please NO'¦
That's not possible'¦
What's that forlorn look on her face?
That means'¦

OH MY GOD'¦ NO'¦
PLEASE NO'¦
If that's not possible'¦
Then that means'¦ NO'¦ NO'¦

That means'¦
That horrible nightmare, was no nightmare'¦
The memory'¦ the memory'¦ is'¦ real'¦
OH MY GOD'¦ NO'¦ NO'¦
PLEASE'¦ NO'¦
It's real'¦
My wife'¦ died'¦ in'¦ my'¦ arms'¦

(my pen name)
real name, Mike Shurtleff
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