by Richard Vince

Around the table, after lunch,
We talk of death and of
The families it has dismembered.

Somehow, I have forgotten news
From only months ago.
Was it unwitting distraction
Or refusal to believe?

Last week, I looked at
Photographs of long forgotten
Parties to celebrate
Single figure ages; from
That bygone era when
We were friends.
Even they failed to remind me.

As a friend, I lost him
Many years ago, but
I still feel that this is
Significant for the wrong reasons.
My real loss is
One of compassion.


Posted on 12/22/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 12/25/09 at 12:23 AM

Locked myself into single figure ages for a while -- three, maybe four potential interpretations [none of which may be credible :]
Cliché has it that people change; more importantly, the nature of relationships changes...and compassion may manifest itself as a social affect whether or not there is an intimate effect.
Poetry stimulates further consideration, however misguided or incoherent -- you have a result :>

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