On the death of a friend

On the death of a friend

A Poem by Richard Layne

On the death of a friend

 

It takes a while to grasp some things,

Especially the death of a friend.

 Someone your own age.

 

The death of the best man at your wedding.

The death of the last true friend you really ever had.

Not the work friends you’ve picked up

The folks working an angle

Complimenting criticizing maneuvering behind smiles

Not your neighbors"Hey, nice weather today, huh?

But the friend you just meet one day and decide to hang out with

 

I got the call from his mom

While I was in a hotel room in Idaho.

Ed had died.

I didn’t even know he was in a hospice in Virginia

We hadn’t been in contact lately

He moved north

I moved west.

 

I tried to call him a couple of times but

He never called back

The last time we spoke may have been five years ago

Before the cancer struck.

 

I have a picture of him

Slightly drunk at my wedding

With my wife and I at the cake

And he is smiling and maybe even mid dance

Twirling or maybe balancing"I don’t remember which one--

and happy

We were all happy.

 

I’ve never been good at keeping friends

Making friends

But I count him as one of the best

 

 

And Ed, I’ll miss you.

 

 


© 2012 Richard Layne



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Richard Layne
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Losing a dear friend is quite difficult. Hold tight to those lovely memories. Nice tribute to your friend. Clearly written with a hurting heart.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Richard Layne

1 Month Ago

thank you susan
I read this, and it gave me chills. I can't think of a better, simpler, more fitting ending. I have so many friends I treasure that I lost touch with over the years. I recently was lucky enough to reconnect with a couple of them over Facebook and internet. These people we hold in our hearts and never forget. I wouldn't edit a thing. You don't know me, bu trust me, coming from me that says a lot.

Posted 2 Years Ago


The poem told the truth . I saw good friends at their funerals. It is sad when we realize we work and work. Forget the good people we call friends. The poem told a story and also a lesson. We need to keep in contact with family and friends. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


Sorry for your loss. A very heartfelt tribute...:)

Posted 4 Years Ago


This a beautifully written tribute. Well done.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This is touching, I feel the friendship and love you spread to and for Ed. Some friends, I have I didn't spoke years to, and I'm ever grateful when we see eachother back again, the bond is unbreakeble. Here you share such a devotion either, no matter if platonic, or real, it's in your heart. Most important.
Good work.

- Elisa

Posted 4 Years Ago


I hear a haunting wistfulness here... friendship that stood the test of time, in and out of years. Emotive and moving.



Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is a bittersweet sadness here... the joys of reflection and recollection... the sorrows of knowing there will be no more memories made. A powerful, heartfelt write.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wouldn't change a word man...

sometimes you can overwork a piece and lose its heart.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i loove this it is so deep and real. true feelings that most forget to put into their writing

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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