Hour 18, "The Price Of Admission..."

2023 Poetry Marathon, Hour 18

Hour 18

9/3/2023

 

"The Price Of Admission…"

 

Friends…

mean more than a moment's pause

and careless laughter…

more than a thought-full glance

and the choice of left behind.

 

And yes, when we GO away

life remains

and people change

and move on in ways we never knew.

 

But…

some

have no one …else…

to share what it meant to be them -

anymore

…and they die

…die, in inches

in their dark and empty existence.

 

A letter …just a simple paragraph

scribed and sent -

and I didn't think of it.

Didn't do it. 

 

You see -

I escaped,

found tomorrows,

touched my stars.

 

Dave …Dave didn't forget me.

Didn’t move on, couldn’t …move on.

 

Too late, I found out -

He thought I was ashamed of him,

of knowing him.

And that I just wanted him to go …away…

 

So he did

…go…

away.

Flowers just don’t work

When ya stand looking down

- at the ground

…remembering.

 

Ya quickly learn

your price of admission.

 

Chris

(C) Chris Twyford 9/3/2023

 

Author's Note

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