The Visit

Last night I was blessed with the memory 

of you, and the softest touch of your 

skin, as I gently kissed your cheek. 

You were fading from me once again,

dying in my arms but this time we both 

knew it, so we said our last goodbyes.

'Do you know how much I love you?' you asked.

Of course I did, I always have. The only uncertainty 

was how much time we had left, and it was paramount 

that you knew of the love I still carried for you.

'I love you around the world and back' I replied, just like

I used to as a child. You smiled and your gaze wandered 

past mine into the distance as your head gently turned away. 

'I will miss you so much'. 

I knew this for certain, because it was already true.

'You are so special. 

Please, please come and visit me'.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

The way your poem starts out -- first six lines -- I wish I had been the one to come up with those words for my last best friend (RIP). I love how this poem generally seems to be the narrator speaking to someone who's crossed over (but there's some ambiguity which I love, too). I love how it could be about a parent/g-parent or a lover/friend . . . since your sentiments are universally stated. There's a strong sense of longing that I feel most people have felt in all these ways (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laura Kate]

I'm so sorry for the loss of your bet friend Margie. Thank you for your lovely review, I do appreciate it.
Laura.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is immense sadness and love in this piece...time is so so precious...'
especially when we know we are losing someone.

[Laura Kate]

Thank you for such a thoughtful review Jacob

[Richard M]

Reading this really hit me hard, mirroring a very similar scenario in my own life, though roles reversed. Very stark, but a beautiful write.

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Richard, I'm sorry for your loss, and thank you for your kind review.

[Richard M]

Thank you Laura