On Borrowed Time

 

it was a rainy summer when you left

one you wouldn’t like as I recall

we who knew and loved you

all sat in stunned silence

in our perspective worm holes

at how quickly you were taken

irony a bad joke

in how after seven years

of testing the remission

the oncologist gave you

a clean bill of health

only the previous year

 

it was then I realized

all the hocus pocus

about how she’s in a better place

still with us in everything we do

could nowhere equal

you sitting across from me

at Second Cup

with that Mia Farrow face and smile

discussing our best laid plans

intelligent enough to recognize

yet silently denying that as always

Destiny has the final say

 

© 2007 Chris Sorrenti

 

 

 

 

Photo of Maureen Glaude © 2003,

taken with her camera by author.

Framed by using Paint Shop Pro 7.

 

 

 

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