More Christmases pass now, without a word.
November elections, December celebrations, all pass.
All without a sound.
Silence, sullen, rules.
Years resonate in the silence.
I anticipated January birthday dinners; carried the cash to pay for years - untouched.
52 years of Christmas traditions; dead at 49.
66 years we share, not old age perhaps, but near enough.
Years remaining, now ruled by Silence.
Still I wonder:
Friendship 2013
November elections, December celebrations, all pass.
All without a sound.
Silence, sullen, rules.
Years resonate in the silence.
I anticipated January birthday dinners; carried the cash to pay for years - untouched.
52 years of Christmas traditions; dead at 49.
66 years we share, not old age perhaps, but near enough.
Years remaining, now ruled by Silence.
Still I wonder:
What task undone?
What word unsaid?
What duty failed?
What misunderstanding felt but not spoken?
How did we begin a path that lead us here?
Were we unaware?
How did Sullen Silence come to us?
What word unsaid?
What duty failed?
What misunderstanding felt but not spoken?
How did we begin a path that lead us here?
Were we unaware?
How did Sullen Silence come to us?
Friendship 2013
2 comments:
{{{Jim}}}
Thanks,
Christmas has its dark sides. I tried, with less than well developed poetry skills, to express some of the loss I and others feel.
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