You always see her in a crowd
blending like a graveled stone
at farthest table the room’s allowed
where she sits and gazes….all alone
in stares transfixed by muted thoughts
that have strained her every will
and she appears as frozen…. in a trance-like state
her fragile look….is still.
She’s not with friends nor is she without,
but she ‘appears’ to us as one
abandoned, lost, leaving much in doubt,
and you wonder the thoughts, she’s spun.
But appearance is often a misleading clue
and by the face, it’s hard to tell
if she’s deep in thought about something good
or about something gone to……well….
You see the pattern that’s often seen
if left to the imagination,
looking at an Amy, Rosita or Charlene
or any in the same situation?
A telltale story our minds devise
to help us pass…. our time
and the dreams we create in the interlude
serve as rhythms in our life’s….rhyme.
© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano
In August, 2001, I lost my only brother to MS, which he had battled for a few years. He was eight years younger than me and the better side of me. He had the traits of my father more ingrained in him and was more free with his spirit, all of which he needed in the end.
We lived far apart and cherished the moments when we were together, spending most of our time singing.
We truly miss when we have lost. We take too much for granted and fail to hug when we have the chance…..we are all guilty and we all pay.
It is the price of living the life. Life is a privilege beyond our imaginations and we take a lot of it for granted fated by routine. We must guard our precious moments. To my brother…………
Now the time is here;
You and I must part.
Maybe in my mind, not in my heart.
You will always be
deep inside of me
laughing, joking, singing
out your part.
singing the songs we’ve both sung.
in my heart.
copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano
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