NaPoWriMo Poem #18: Was That You?

Was That You?

It is one thing to
Say a last goodbye
to older
Relatives
It’s natural
It’s expected
Though painful
We hold the consolation
Of imagining they lived a
Long and full life

But to let go of the hand of
A friend for the last time
Makes a rip in the world
that we will trip over
the rest of our lives.

Each gathering of mutual friends
Contains a crater in the center
where
They once stood
When a stranger just ahead
on crowded city street
makes us rush to catch up-
Certain that we saw them
Same height
Same build
Same hair
Same gait

What cruel trick is this
That tears my heart open

like it’s happening

all over again

Just when I thought
The tape I’d used
would hold me back together

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