by Richard Vince

She could see the irony, but
Something held her back;
She didn’t tell me if it was
Mistrust or laziness.

Freedom of choice includes
Freedom to do nothing, so
Perhaps her namesake
Would have approved, even if
Those who named her
Would not.

The ice was broken as if
It had already thawed,
And she became a rare bright star
In all those dark nights.

She still shines in my memory,
And not just for that name
That is undeservedly rare.
She saw me without suspicion
Or preconception, and allowed
Me to be the me I so often
Have to hide.

For a moment we were
Mutual angels, bringing
Light to one another’s lives
Before we became
Tangential once again.

As much as I know
She has brought joy to many,
I hope she has
Received in equal measure.
The world is a brighter place
For the light she brings.


Posted on 04/24/2007
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 04/25/07 at 08:43 AM

That's a beautiful last stanza, Richard. The poem is a great ode to someone who you obviously cared about a lot. So much so, that you still wish her well although she's not with you. :)

Posted by Sarah Graves on 04/29/07 at 07:20 PM

I enjoyed reading this, there is a bittersweet quality to it. Sometimes someone's being is more powerful than our own convictions. Great read :)

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