favorite this post **Liz Gibbons - From Colorado To Oregon** (The Love Never Really Leaves.) hide this posting unhide

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Glenwood Cir at Hwy 99

(google map)

To Oregon

I watch you, not because I want to
not because I choose to. I watch like a bad dream
a place where I feel powerless.

I watch you

Never slow enough, heading west toward the Colorado continental divide
in your Ford Explorer loaded down like a cargo ship preparing to leave port
in search of its new home - what little room to move within your womb on wheels!

There, with your 86 year old father
There, with Shadow, your trusted friend, your faithful dog.

There on your steering wheel, a taped note.
A reminder to yourself, "Do Not Drive Fast!" damn those speeding tickets form the past!

I still feel your dripping tears on my warm cheek from our last embrace.
Still feel your warm lips from our last kiss. One that must last forever.

I wish to wake up now. I wake up...NOW!

While there is work to be done here in Longmont - this place you've lived for so long.
I will finish cleaning your former apartment as promised, alone
in a place we've made love so many times.
In these still, quite walls now, I clean with my tears, to make room for the endless sorrow to follow.

So many wonderful memories.
So empty now. I am afraid.

In my hand, is the movie we never watched together
A movie to return: Remember? A French movie about love.
Oh my! How we could have taught the French a few things.

It is self-addressed.
It is, for now, your last request of me
before you drive off west- return the DVD
Return another's love story. I wonder, did they have a happy ending?

And so it slides into the mail box.
I did what you asked of me Liz. Now ask me something else.
Ask me to follow. To be right behind you on this new journey to Oregon.

I cannot let you go: because you did not ask.
"Drive Slow" the post-it on your driving wheel reads.
My heart racing behind you to catch up.
Its second wind will last forever!

I hear your tears, your heart cry aloud, heading west in your packed
Explorer - with your 86 year old father Joe, and Shadow your faithful companion.

Like in a bad dream I cannot control.

I wish to wake up now. . .
I wish to wake up...NOW!
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