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My Darling, can you hear me
As I call you from afar?
A storm awakes me as I dream of your sweet kisses,
Then I lie awake for hours.
From "Gone, but not Forgotten" by Arlee Bird (1977)
You had gone home to your parents. I was out on the road, away. Working. We needed the money with the baby on the way. I had this one more job to do before I would be coming to you. I said.
Those weeks seemed like years. Being away so long felt unnatural, for weeks that felt like years. Our marriage had not been long and it had seen its tumult. You were probably too young and I too immature in things like relationships. I was probably not ready for you nor me for you. You had years of youth to get out of your system and I was ready to be responsible. I think.
This was our first time apart since our wedding day. I felt this emptiness and insecurity in our parting. Life was going to be vastly different when I joined you in a city new to me. In a new apartment that you would find while you were free on your own pregnant.
Me pretending by day and trying to sleep at night, when I dreamed, I dreamed of you. I dreamed of us. Uneasy dreams like many of our conflicts. Sweet dreams like our good times together. I desperately wanted it all to work.
Eventually I was done with my gig and in my new home with you. For a while things went well. Most of the time, but with those moments of stormy upheaval. We were too different in many ways and yet so much the same.
We did make it work for a few years. Kind of. And then it didn't work. That dream ended and new ones took over.
Sleep came better when I was no longer dreaming of you.
Wow, Lee, this piece is beautiful. I love your writing style, you know how to transmit the emotions to your readers. Great "D"
ReplyDeleteDoris
This is beautiful Lee, made a few tear drops fall down my face,
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Me too, I felt it. Great job.
ReplyDeleteLee, all I can say is wow. This piece of writing is amazing and so easy to identify with. Thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteGreat honesty in your writing.
ReplyDeleteSince I'm just a tagalong, Lee, I'm trying to catch up on reading. I read all of yours because I'm always looking for ways to write memoir. Most of my posts will be in that genre. I love what you've written!! Please check me out at http://foreveryoung279.blogspot.com. Absolutely loving Blogging from A to Z!
ReplyDeleteThis is a really beautiful piece. Lovely writing!
ReplyDeleteAre your writings autobiographical? This was very poignant.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lee. I'd love to do a guest post.
ReplyDeleteWow! What a powerful piece! Love the picture as well. I'm a new follower :).
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Beautiful, touching post. I related to it on so many levels. Your writing style is unique and "real." Love it!
ReplyDeleteBittersweet memories! God bless, Maria from Delight Directed Living
ReplyDeleteDoris -- Thanks. That's nice to hear coming from a fine writer such as you.
ReplyDeleteYvonne -- I guess I achieved my goal then.
Teresa -- Reconfirmed!
Tracy --I'm sure others have experienced this.
Sally -- I was shooting for openness in this.
F Young -- Hope you will visit often.
Dana - Thank you.
JoJo -- The pieces on this blog are autobiographical if they are written by me.
Thelmaz -- I'll get back with you.
Morgan -- Picture courtesy of Zemanta.
Emily -- I was trying to tap into my emotions as well as my readers.
Lee
This was beautiful. I can see the love, loss, and growth.
ReplyDeleteVery touching and so beautifully written. I felt the longing and the loss.
ReplyDeleteMy wife and I had to spend about a week apart within a month of getting married. It was rough.
ReplyDeleteDropping by from the A to Z Challenge. It's my first year.
Brett Minor
Transformed Nonconformist
Sometimes there are words for how something makes us feel. In this case, I was right there with you, in the car, over your shoulder...
ReplyDeleteWhat a storyteller. (sigh)
Dana
Waiter, drink please!
Very honest writing. Great job!
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