For J— (an elegy)
I want to thank everyone who has been so supportive since I lost my friend. For those of you that don’t know, I lost my longest friend in recovery last week. I posted about it here.
I wrote this elegy for him last night.
For J— (an elegy)
You were buried Friday,
dead eight days before,
but we’ve been deeper
down in the gaping core
of despair and were O.K.
Are you O.K., my friend?
You told me how your
dreams would always end
with a woman on the
beach playing ‘Heaven’
by the Talking Heads
on her brown violin
in her wavy white dress;
‘is she the one?’ You asked.
You thought enough of me
to trust me with the task
of playing Freud. ‘I don’t
know.’ Do I know? Are
you on a beach now,
in some musical bar
on a brown violin?
Heaven is a place; a place
where nothing ever happens.
I can look and see your face
everywhere. I can hear
your voice when someone sings.
You deserve the peace
only nothing can bring.
You are gone, but not lost.
I don’t know of that bliss,
how when free of ourselves
we are where nothing is.
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Beautiful.
Amazing poem. I love how fresh the rhyme scheme is and how you work it in with line breaks. Well done…and I’m sorry about your friend.
Thanks for noticing Robert.
That took a lot of time and attention.
And thank you for the condolences.
Want to turn this into spoken word, I’ll let you know.
Very touching piece. Thanks for putting it out into the world. And sincere condolences for your loss.
Hard to believe how quickly time flies. Definitely touched and a good tribute. So sorry, my friend. – DDM