poem

 Lifelong FriendWe spend the bulk of our livesAlone with the personNo one else really knowsThe one who sits with youAs the March snow falls in feathery ashOn the other side of smudged bedroom windowsOver time the distinction between Yourself and this person blurs into one But it ' s only an act of self preservationTo ease the pain of alwaysHaving to say goodbye To your oldest, truest friend Every moment is a secret little deathBut he always comes back to lifeBefore there ’s any time for lamentationSuch private farewells are best deferredUntil the final days when it ’s obviousWe ' ve both come to the very end And even then it ’s easy to run out of timeBidding adieu to the glowing embers of a world We both have loved What does one say then?Who breaks the silence?Who gets hugged?3/19/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - March 19, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs