Hey Bruce, Wait Up! Poem by Elisabeth Wingle

I can see him waiting for me at the gate
He is opening it for me
He is wearing jeans and a bright white athletic T -shirt
He is barefoot
His hair is sticking out on both sides of his face
(like Jack Nicholson in the Shinning)
He is walking quickly ahead of me
He keeps looking back, to see if I am behind him
He motions to me with his hands,
Come on, come on, hurry up
I try to walk faster but he is still ahead of me
We are walking down a long carpeted hallway with lots of doors
Like a hotel hallway, the carpet is red
He stops in front of a door.
His hand is on the door knob, it opens,
His other hand is beckoning me,
I peek, the room is large,
There seems to be a party going on
Then, I saw them, Mom and Dad
I look around the room
Everyone I know who is not anyone anymore is there
I wake to find the grief gnawing at the hole in my heart
And then I whisper
I'll meet you at the party, brother
Hey Bruce, wait up!