by Nicole D Gregory

I wasn't certain of who sat down first
but I can't remember there being
any other open seats

Silence is not uncomfortable

Things seemed to be moving this way and that
sort of an East-West, North-South motion
and I was just sitting there

Minding my own business

There was nothing particular I had to do
I didn't have anywhere specific I needed to be
No one was expecting or waiting for me

Something to which I had grown accustomed

I realized my hand was being held
not because it was warm or cold
It just rested in another hand

Not mine

Yes, we have met before,”
was what I heard
You were such a pretty little girl
There were a few times you were told
we were going to meet”

I turned my head just slightly to look

Our paths had crossed a few times
Yes, I realized there was a familiarity
and we held hands
much like you do when catching up
and acknowledging there is a
bond of past happenings

I wasn't certain if I should ask questions

There has never been six-degrees
of separation between any of us
My heart raced
This is someone everyone knew

Fanfare and Celebrity

You are correct. I have touched the
lives of all” ~ this time my eyes held
the questions ~ I didn't think about
how famous my encounter was

Not certain of how to phrase any sentence

Pretty little girl ~ Its not that I
didn't have time for you
There was just so much that both you and I
have to get done”

This really didn't bother me

I sat by your bed a few times
Remember that walk we took
this past March
Then there was that time…
Oh, never mind, why bring up the

I did not feel much like rehashing the past either

Yes, you were such a pretty little girl
What a fine young woman you have

I was amazed at this acknowledgement

There are times I am so proud of you
Its not intentionally you
didn't have my company
Seeing what you've been through
you are so much stronger than
you can imagine”

It almost felt like an honor to be having this conversation
(Even if it was one-sided)

We won't meet again for quite
a long time ~ you and I, so please,
go out and enjoy what you have
what you can do and what you
want to do”

There was too much commotion for a drawn out goodbye

The seat was empty ~ my hands on my lap ~ out
in front of me and everyone's pace
went back to normal ~ It was a relief
My head cleared and I realized
I had been given permission

To live

8/7 & 8/12/08


Posted on 08/13/2008
Copyright © 2020 Nicole D Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/08 at 04:17 PM

Very nice write and Chicago is one of my favorite cities. And you don't need anyone's permission to live. Grab it and go. Just walk the path you choose not someone else's.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/13/08 at 05:12 PM

N~ this is so amazing... I could not rate it high enough....

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/13/08 at 05:15 PM

...nicole, you knocked me down, gal! this is so tall, so stout, so filled with love felt throughout...mmm good 'un, nic.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/13/08 at 06:15 PM

sometimes i feel like i need permission to live, too.

Posted by Brian Francis on 08/13/08 at 11:39 PM

This poem is wonderful. It reminds me of an experience when a family member passed on. Yes, go ahead and Live and wrote about it all. Well said. --bf

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