You Never Know

I know, I know, it's been WAY too long since my last blog or poem--I got a bit sidetracked.  The end of August we took a roadtrip up to Indy to bury Mom, which was very difficult, beautiful, cathartic, and special for all of us, especially Dad.  Upon our return, Dad felt sick; after going to the doctor, we had to admit him for tests, fearing it was something to do with his heart condition.  Unfortunately, 3 weeks later, it turned out to be terminal small cell lung cancer that had spread to his lymph nodes and bone marrow.  Cancer.  Again.  So, I was a bit tied up with that (still am, but it's not an excuse to keep writing), so my apologies....truly....

I'm BACK, and after going thru unpacking and rediscovering some VERY OLD stuff I wrote a bazillion years ago, here's one I used to like.   Wrote this in 1996, so bear with me :) 

You Never Know

You never know
what's behind the door
unless you open it--
feel the cool clicking in your hand.
Could be the one
that makes you blush,
stopping in the middle of the street,
for no other reason than
knowing what he really sees
when he stares into your eyes.
Could be the one
that makes you seethe,
stranding on the side of the road,
pushing your car to the station,
for no other reason than
knowing how he really cares
when he drives right on by.

You never know
what the candy tastes like
unless you open it--
feel the sweet soaking in your mouth.
Could be the one
that makes you sigh,
hearing "Our" song in the store,
for no other reason than
knowing what he really touches
when he holds you tight.
Could be the one
that makes you sob,
leaving you cold on the floor
before the end of the song,
for no other reason than
knowing how he really feels
when he walks right on by.

You never know
what a heart can feel
unless you open it--
feel the hot hammering in your chest.
Could be the one
that makes you love,
seeing old couples stroll along the beach
for no other reason than
knowing what he really says
when he whispers low in your ear.
Could be the one
that makes you numb,
lying still in the sheets,
clutching your tears in the pillow,
for no other reason than
knowing how he really is
when he rolls right on by.

You never know
unless you try....

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