Poem for Tim

 Sometimes you lose someone.


Two paths diverged in a wood. You took one and I took the other. You took the one I could not follow.

 

I slumped to the floor when I heard the news.

I remember the last time we talked. Late at night. Your place. I dropped off the keys.

 

When you died a part of me died too. Not the best part, but a good part.

When you died a hole opened in my heart. A part of me withdrew.

You were the trickster, the funster, the outgoing one. And I lost a part of me that was tied to you.

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  1. David LeasureNovember 7, 2023 at 2:07 PM

    This touched my heart with the shared experience of losing someone and how they take that part of you with them. I treasure and mourn the hole. Without the pain, how can I reach you?

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