
he got on his plane tonight, bound for a dark and torn country. he's gone for a year.
when i woke up and it was raining i sent him a message that even the sky was crying with me.
we kept raining and crying,
during his last moments at home
packing an overstuffed suitcase,
when he phoned me from the terminal
just before the flight departed,
through the hours of hating a fate
that would finally send me
someone to care for again--
only to take them back.
as he flies through the sky
away from me
we keep raining and crying
with no sign
of relief.
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Don't ever let the dark times robe you of the joy of being able to say: "I have loved again...and again...and again"
Love always,
Tipsy
thanks for this.
once, the girl actually paged me at the airport (back before we had cell phones).
now every time i'm in an airport, i listen very carefully to the words broadcast over the intercom.
Posted by: brandon on March 2, 2006 07:16 AMHi Helen-- I think you remember me. I am a close friend of your mothers. We talk frequently and she never fails to mention you to me. In fact yesterday she shared the story behind downpour. She had tears in her eyes as she related the pain you are experiencing now and I know she would do anything to make it better. Thats just what moms do. I think you know how much she loves you and I hope you realize how very proud of you she is. I don't know what she would do without you "the good kid". Just wanted you to know that you make her so very happy. Stay strong and look for the rainbow after the downpour...guaranteed it will be there.
Posted by: Cmuse on March 3, 2006 03:05 PMAs always, you guys tell me exactly what I need to hear in my times of trouble.
Posted by: Helena on March 8, 2006 05:05 AM
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