Missing

amywink April 27th, 2018

Missing
for Stacey 1964-2016

At any moment,
or perhaps just not any
but the moment of
happiness or need,
I stumble into the emptiness
where you were,
and falling I am swallowed
by that deep chasm
of our friendship.

What I missing now,
those moments I’d have turned
to you to celebrate
some teaching glory,
or the moment you
carried me through
some aggravation
on your sharp wit,
or when you stood fierce,
unmoving, against my adversaries,
daring those you would so happily,
so eagerly vanquish,
or when you stood
always ready to help me risk
a leap into the unknown.

What I am missing now
is how you knew me,
how you understood
what troubled me,
how you accepted
who I was without question,
and even in those rare moments
when you discovered some included flaw
suspended in the amber of my self,
how you held that relic
up to the light in wonder
and discovery of a glowing treasure
that you would turn as priceless gift instead.

5 Responses to “Missing”

  1. Nancyon 27 Apr 2018 at 7:52 am

    You were right, Amy..,it brings to mind my lifelong friend, Ann…two years haven’t softened the loss, but the memories are all good.

  2. Brendaon 27 Apr 2018 at 3:30 pm

    I wish I had known her. You are very lucky to have had such a friend and I know you know that.

    Hugs.

  3. amywinkon 29 Apr 2018 at 5:49 am

    Brenda, she’d have loved you and you would have loved her.

  4. amywinkon 29 Apr 2018 at 5:51 am

    And I am fairly certain it wasn’t luck that brought her into my life. I will always believe she was sent.

  5. Brendaon 16 May 2018 at 4:40 pm

    Then you are lucky (blessed?) that she was sent! ;-)

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