I was shocked to find myself saying your name
after so many months
of not saying your name.
I even prefaced your name with
“my friend” when I know,
in fact,
that you aren’t my friend at all.
So after months of pointedly
not missing you
not thinking of you
not remembering you,
the loss of you
arrived unbidden and unexpected
and the loss of you
felt more real than almost any other loss
and the loss of you
hurt me but I didn’t cry
we don’t cry
remember,
how we don’t cry?
Remember how we
were like sisters and
how my kids called you Aunt
and the little one had a special way
of saying your name
and we loved you
I love you still
but the loss of you
is something I must bear
and invent and imagine all the reasons why
and guard against so that I never
have to bear this loss again.
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Hey Shannon,
I'm sorry for your loss!
Can you believe that after all these years, I had forgotten you were a writer. I'll blame it on the ravages of age!
I love the poetry! Now a follower!
Happy weekeend!
Thanks, John. It's a long story but basically, I think it's wrong for people to just walk away with no explanation. Not that I haven't done it myself - I guess it's human nature.
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