Things don’t go on forever. There is an end. Or rather there is a dramatic change. It’s like waiting at the train station for the train that’s going to pick up your loved one and take them to the next destination. It seems like the train is delayed and you become distracted. You no longer think about your loved one leaving and the precious moments you have together there on the platform. Your life takes on a routine where you forget the leaving, you forget about the train. Then one day when you’re not looking, the train comes and your loved one gets on board, and before you realize it, it pulls away from the platform and leaves the station. You run after it for a while but then the platform ends and you can’t go further. If I’d only known. Well I did know. I’d heard plenty of times that the train is coming and we’re on a platform for a reason. If I had only kept that in mind I would’ve said everything I wanted to say. I would’ve made sure she got all the love that I had to give. The worst part of grief is having words and love left here in my heart that actually belonged to her, that she should’ve taken with her. Now there’s nothing to do with these except give them to God, call out after her send them with an angel, and hope and believe that she gets them.
I once was blind, but now I see.
Death heals my emotional vision, my spiritual vision. Now I can see Vicki. They say hindsight is 2020. Nothing like death to heal the eyes. So now I tell her everything in my heart that I wish I had said to her here on earth. Now I say all the love and feel all the love that I never said or expressed and I hope to our father in heaven that she is filled with it and in return I hope to receive the abundant forgiveness I need for falling so far short of being her lover.