It seems that you're gone.
It seems that we're
through.
It seems I might finally be getting over you.
It
seems I'd be happy.
It seems I'm okay.
It seems like today
should have been a great day.
A wise man once
said:
"Life's not always as it seems."
And now this may very
well be true.
For I sit, and I wonder: do I still miss you?
I
find I can't answer.
I find I don't know.
I find that I
wonder:
Do I still love you so?
If I did see you;
If we
did speak;
Would my feelings return,
or would they stay
weak?
Should I live there,
or should I stay here?
And
if I did move,
would we hold each other dear?
These
questions I ask, as I think and I ponder.
These thoughts I do
feel as I sit and I wonder.
How shall I decide?
It will
determine my life.
How can I know?
You have such influence
over how it could go.
Someday I'll know.
Someday I'll
decide.
Someday I'll be able to take control of my
life.
Someday the door will reopen.
Someday I will
love.
Someday I'll be happy.
When will Someday
come?
-Jeffrey Grimm Blake, December 5, 1998
