writings on life

The Strip

I wonder how many more times I’ll drive this strip

Foot on the gas, effortless

I think of the time you were in the passenger seat

You looked just like a person

I took a picture because I thought it was so neat

Now I go to that big stone house

I try to keep it together

I realize at the gate that you’re not around

My face melts and my eyes flood

When you left you took all of my blood

Just yesterday you were standing there

And we were running on the beach

Just a few weeks ago you nudged my pocket because you knew I had treats

The cruel reality sinks in

I saw my father cry

Our hearts forever broken

We’re both sitting here now asking God why

It’s not fair that you had to leave

My soul is ripped open

Joy crumbled

This land now barren

This gaping wound that I’m not sure will heal

At least not here

I yearn to hold you on the other side

To be together again

To see you at the gate – joyful and spry

When God has wiped away the tears from every eye

I’m confident I’ll meet you there

Till then I’ll drive this strip

And think about your life

Wonderful

I’m so grateful I got to be a part of it

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