When coming unaware
upon a name once known
we dredge and sift
the murk of memory,
seeking fossils
of relationships.
And in them find the linkages
to the laughter,
amorous intentions,
long discussions;
or
accusations,
arguments,
and the final rupturing.
Or was it all just drift,
as people simply change?
No guilt attaches -
decades pass and lives are lived
without correlation
to the face once known so well.
But a whispered ache remains,
the thought in passing,
the quiet wondering –
Are they living?
Are they happy?
Are they well?
When we are old it is called -
Nostalgia;
but really its –
regret
at having lost connection
with those who’ve made us
who we are.
And if we do regret,
then we have honoured them
in that admission,
and they are well remembered.
James Gagiikwe © 2008
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Comments
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This flowed so well James. I kinda got this feel of the words coming from being lost in thought, I like that. you formed/structured them , so well
Giving the positives and the negatives within your wording.
Thought provoking writing here, to me, I really enjoyed
Cindy
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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I recognise all the shadows
... you write about here, all the subtle notes, of love and life gone down another stream. I think this is lovely, GG, bitter-sweet and elegant and delicately wrought. But the last stanza in particular knocked me out - that the very regret we feel is an honouring, this is a comfort and an idea new to me and so very welcome. Thanks for a fine read. Best RA
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