I thought stages were like steps
one after another; after one, two
But they are wheels;
spinning faster, then slower.
They stop and start.
I want this ride to end.
I want to accept, except I don’t.
I know when this is over, you will truly be gone.
For now, these wheels make me forget.
For it is a dream.
You are coming back.
You are on a trip.
You are in Florida.
Something horrible happened but it will be back to normal soon.
There are still four of you.
Massimo still has a brother.
Dad still has two sons.
You are away but you’ll be back.
See you soon.
I’ll keep riding for a while.