Tuesday, July 01, 2008

I got the call today

My phone rings, a familiar number, a voice I've not heard in a while.

I have bad news.

I listen. My stomach falls, my breath slows, my fists clench. My heart sinks.

Don't kick hope to the curb, is all I can come up with in response.

When we finish talking, I am empty, alone in my car, my entire everything upside down from the news. I am in shock. I turn on the radio and for the first time, hear this song.

You're Missing, Bruce Springsteen

Shirts in the closet,
shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen,
baby and all

Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter,
jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep,
but you're not there

Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand,
TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in

But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing, when I close my eyes
You're missing, when I see the sun rise
You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls
I got
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls

How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing
God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

3 comments:

ghost said...

you always leave me wondering.

maxngabbie said...

Song goes to show ya, when things change, they remain the same.
Hope all will be well.

Velvet Sacks said...

I can think of two people you've mentioned who might likely be missing. I hope whoever it is will stay safe and get in touch with you soon. Not knowing is such a difficult thing.