This is a poem I wrote in honor of my "sister of the heart,." Sharon Parish. It's close to her birthday now so I thought I'd post it here to say hello.
Sharing
by Dreena Melea Tischler
©August 24, 2006
We passed in the night
like an exhaled breath,
slowly whiffing out
until every last sigh of it
was gone.
Then I trudged into my future
and you slipped into yours.
I cannot now see you
except
in backward glances.
I see you as in
a foggy mirror
and sometimes . . .
I do not recognize you there.
I see you in a dress
lovingly decorated with ricrac
and a photo
and a daughter.
I see you in your tarnished pin
which I do not wear
but only hold and polish.
Solitary, I long for that night
in which we each went to our futures
and to hold again your hand
and hear again your breath
mingled and shared,
my dear,
with mine.
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