It would make you angry
my not writing
just because
you are gone.
You were the one
who so often
encouraged me
inspired me
pushed me
roused me
applauded me.
You who were the one
who always
expected more
who insisted
‘you are a better writer
than you believe’.
Even on different paths
in recent years
your first question
‘what are you writing?’
your firmest advice
‘write about everything’.
It would make you angry
my not writing
just because
you are gone.
You would not see
my sorrow
at your passing
as a worthy excuse.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this year last year on the death of a close friend and mentor. Almost on the anniversary I learnt a few days ago of the passing of another friend, not nearly so close, but a friendship that goes back to our teens. A sense of great sorrow. It is a reminder of one’s own mortality when our friends die. Especially when they die before their time.
Art by Anne Magill
A Faded Romantic's Notebook 
You must be logged in to post a comment.