In the blink of an eye

Will be 3 years in August since Debs passed away.

In the blink of an eye three years have passed.
Life for those of us left behind to mourn your passing
moves on, albeit with your memory ever present
and the pain of missing you dulled but not gone.
When we meet, we, the mourners cum celebrants,
toast you, will always do so until we too are gone
to become ghosts and memories remembered by clinking glasses
and laughter filled stories.
Your shoes, far to big to be filled by another,
are now worn by his "companion" your polar opposite,
an uninvited imposter who makes little or no effort to integrate
thus alienating herself and at the same time,
bit by bit, isolating him, removing him from "the friend group" which saddens,
but not as much as him allowing this to happen.
They, the ladies in the know, say he is lonely,
cannot be on his own, needs company,
but is what we perceive as bad company better than loneliness,
I guess only he can answer that unasked question but never will
as her "suitability"only ever discussed in their absence.

We miss you, your smile, personality, infectious sense of fun,
the way you filled a room, regaled all with drink sodden tales.
We miss you greatly and perhaps if we continue to compare,
even if subconsciously, no other will ever be allowed in.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

We all have those exceptional people that we encounter in life and they can not be replaced in our hearts once the person has departed this earth. We do however have room to allows others in and while it may not be the exceptional and unforgettable; they may enhance our lives but one never knows if we don’t try.

[Gee]

Thanks for dropping in PB

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[Philip Gaber]

Mmmm. "an uninvited imposter who makes little or no effort to integrate
thus alienating herself and at the same time,"
that is powerful.

[Dara]

As we get older and live long enough, we must learn how to cope with friends and loved ones who pass on before us. This beautiful write in memory of your dear one touched my heart in a big way. Dealing with the empty feelings and the love they leave behind is immeasurable. I love each and every line. This one in particular stands out to me…”to become ghosts and memories remembered by clinking glasses
and laughter filled stories.” It’s a perfect way to describe how we can be remembered. I hope writing this helped ease you pain somehow. I know writing often works that way for me. Thank you for sharing!

[Gee]

Thank you Dara. Will be there years on 13 August, my wife's birthday, since Debs passed away. Still hard to believe she is gone:((
Hope you are well

[apennylate]

Jeez... I am not sure any poetic justification on my part could somehow make this... Lighter than it is...
Because it is heavy, and it is hard to read. It is every bit as dark as it is brimming with the possibility of moving forward.
But at what cost.

""and memories remembered by clinking glasses
and laughter filled stories.
Your shoes, far to big to be filled by another,
are now worn by his "companion" your polar opposite,
an uninvited imposter who makes little or no effort to integrate""

Full-tilt goodness, you make a human want to write better, yet my god you make a human not want to feel that pain...

Which is the aspect of crucible deigned fitting for writers...
How close to madness can you go, to return perspective to those imbibers who can not fathom such depths.
Woe is the ones who never return...
Writers graves litter the deep.
Respectfully, thank you for creating such impactful writing out of your pain, it takes a special breed.

[Gee]

Thanks for taking the time to both read and comment, very much appreciated

[Pete]

we honor those who are gone with our memories - a part of them lives on in us. touching tribute. we took the time to get to know them. nice tribute.

[Gee]

Thanks Pete, appreciate you dropping in.
Hope you are well.

[Marie]

Only real, true, genuine friends leave our life but their heart-print remains in our heart forever. This is a very finely penned tribute to a loved one who, though no longer on the earth plane, continues to be part of a family as he once was, never forgotten and irreplaceable. He will walk with you through life until you meet again. I love how feelings are expressed in the poem and the title drew me in to read it. Our whole world can change in the blink of an eye and you have captured it superbly through both word and depiction, Gee. I extend deepest sympathy to you on your dear friend's crossing over to Spirit. Bless you both always...

[Gee]

Thank you Marie.
The above is one of a few that I have written about the passing of Deb the first being " Nothing changes but everything has"

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Gee and thank you again for sharing...

[John the Baptist]

All of us have to go sometime, but some passings are more noteworthy. The principal in this offering seems to have been one of those who can endear themselves to many. I have no doubt that toasts will be raised to him years hence.

[Gee]

Indeed they woll.
Thanks JTB

[Betty Hermelee]

There may be an imposter in the friend group, however that should not affect those who remember and miss Deb…..and all the good things she stood for… I think this is a sweet and nostalgic tribute to a dear friend… and always will be, every year on the anniversary of her passing……lovely
Gee
Warmly, B🌷

[Gee]

Thanks Betty. Debs actually passed away on my wife's birthday

[Betty Hermelee]

How terribly sad for you; thank you for sharing
enjoy your Monday!
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Gee this form of writing has always been a favorite of mine it has such a personal flavor speaking to the reader albite through the body of another. It is so powerful in this manner as if the reader were overhearing a conversation between the two. In some sense it reminds me of a Shakespearian soliloquy
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it."
Your poem full of emotion is an amazing tribute to one now gone but whose memory lives on.

[Gee]

Gladdens the heart when ones peers enjoy what is put out for folk to read.
Thanks Soren