When we lose our friends
To Death
The world becomes smaller
There is less opportunity
To connect with those
We really can relate to
We quiet a few notches
Closing off some of the doorways
That were brightly open
We reflect and recall
But it makes the pain greater
The ribs are stuck, clammy and breathless
As we contemplate
Our own eventual demise
But for now, if only we could track
Our dear friend
There is no GPS that is that accurate
So we truly wonder where they are off to
Wishing them the best
But missing the trusting interactions
That brought safety and comfort to our lives
I lie/lay awake at night wondering who can answer my questions:
ReplyDeleteHave I ever been to the capitol?
When did you first drive?
Why did you name me Carol?
Were you proud of me?
So many questions that should have been asked before they all died.