by Adrienne Lalande
It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do,
after 18 years of loving you.
A love so deep, and so true,
that it was tearing my heart in two.
You had died two years ago,
and I thought I had let you go.
At that last, fateful moment, you let me know,
that it was all right, it wasn't the end of our show.
You returned to me in a dream,
and I knew what it was to mean.
You let me hold you and once again, we were a team,
but your eyes told me "my train stops now" and you disappeared
in it's steam.
As I held you and cried two years and a life's worth of tears,
you purred gently and said to me "I have lived my years.
You must now live yours. In you, you must hold dear,
what was, and not what is." I heard you loud and clear.
Then you looked up to me and said with pride,
"Life is a wild horse, bucking you off, it will and has tried
but I'm not worried for you, because you can ride!"
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