Lunching alone today, it occurs to me
I’ll never again run into Patsy at the Club.
A little later, as my mind serves up images of her
sitting at a table, on her own or with friends,
or approaching across the space to say hello to me
(sometimes accompanied by Sarah, who is still
very much alive, being such a lot younger)
I understand that I was wrong. I’ll always
be seeing Patsy, whenever I come to the Club.
I wrote this on my phone while still sitting there. Then, as I left, I ran into Sarah just coming in. We hugged and commiserated. I thought of including this sad-sweet coincidence in the poem, but it was already written and felt complete as it is.
Shared in NaPoWriMo 2025, Day Ten. (Off prompt. Written before the prompt was posted – though it does naturally have some of the subtle sound effects we were asked for. )
Also sharing at dVerse Open LinkNight for 19 June 2025.
a fine twist of wisdom, Rosemary ~
ReplyDeleteTut! It seems I never said thank you for this welcome comment. Perhaps it's too late and you won't know, but I'll say it now just in case.,
DeleteOh, so poignant. I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Merrill.
DeleteWhen I read your poem, the term "larger than life" came to mind. I'm glad she'll be around for her friends at the club <3
ReplyDeleteShe was a little lady, physically – but yes, you're quite right. Her 'celebration of life' was attended by many, many people from this town. A number of them I hadn't realised knew her too. It seems just about everyone knew, loved and respected Patsy!
DeleteI love the poignancy with which this poem is written, Rosemary. Yes, it is complete as it is ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sanaa; I'm glad to have that confirmed.
DeleteI love how you end it with that realization. It's wonderful to have reminders of those we miss~
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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