The Apartment

The Apartment

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

Here I sit looking out my window, from inside my apartment

At the many people passing, and I should feel content

I see the cars go by, they're moving very fast

I feel I'm in slow motion, and stuck up in the past

I have a nice view of the Lakeview Cemetery

One of my brothers is buried there, his name is Gary

It is a nice apartment, no different than before

A home away from home, to open a brand new door

Although the setting is different, I still have my inner soul

After the old home is sold, I'll start work on my future goal

Close family don't really understand me, and maybe never will

I have a void in my life, that only I can fill

The first week in the apartment, I'm cut off from my friends

Cleaning up the old home, I'm exhausted when the day ends

I will continue on this journey, to see where it goes

Where this road may lead, only God knows

I hope to fill the gap, that lies deep inside of me

To look at things in a different light, with all that I can see

As I look across the street, at all the gravestones there

I realize life is much too short, and I have some love to share

Love came into my life while I was living here at the Apartment.

This love came and then lured me to the state of Washington. I

lived there for close to two years. And then returned to Escanaba.

Since this poem was written, another brother, Terry, is also buried

at the Lakeview Cemetery. I now live at the Harbor Tower, and a

new love, the greatest ever, has entered my life in 2012. But before

this happened, there is more to the story.