Sharing

 

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.

Image by Albrecht Fietz from Pixabay