on the far side of the long table
with the white tablecloth
candles, flowers
we stayed distant and yet connected
over words,
powerful words, slowly read
by a new friend
of music and moods,
tulips and night breezes,
of the hardest time in her life,
her husbands fall on the ice
his early death
the words drew us together
as they floated by the photo of her at 17
before the wrinkles and the diagnosis
how lovely to sit with a friend
who knows the joy of putting words to things
finding the right word for things,
even the hard things,
brings life and helps us remember
but also tames the storms
we place words on a page
so we can see at arm’s length
seeking perspective, beauty,
even in the silent tear.
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