Thank you, both. I suppose they must be, somehow or another, else how could they still have such a vast impact on our lives? I do wish though that I had been even more aware of what their loss would mean when they were still alive. I suppose that's what this is mostly about.
I am loving these shorter poems from everybody. This, especially, hits hard. Sometimes I can't help but think of future losses, and how they may all be vastly different from one another. I keep reading this, because it reminds me someone specific in my life who I haven't lost yet, and I always say to myself that it won't affect me. That I won't miss them. That it won't break me, but it could. I've wanted so much more from them in life, and I know there is still time, but it feels too distant. I initially read this as wondering why that bond with this person wasn't strong before, maybe despite your attempts and their absence in your life, and how you wished for more of a connection. This also touches on regrets, or wanting to be close to someone in whatever way, but not feeling that closeness and emotion until after. There's a sadness and bitterness in coping and having to process all of this.
The title leaves us all wondering as it could be about a number of things really with a title like that if that makes sense esp being a syntuit as they're so limited and point back to the title.. So looking forward to the content.
This is such a sad piece and as always you have hit the nail on the head because many people become more friendly when others have died, don't they and unfortunately it's usually family aswell which hits harder. This again, makes me wonder if my own family and people who say they're my friends will do the same when I'm no longer here and it's makes me more depressed.
Take care x
Hmm. I've been wondering about commenting on this for about . . . A month. It feels like a bit of a difficult thing to comment on.
They were always going to go, even if they went a little too quickly. We can't wish them back ( if only we could!) But we can remember them, and I think that's all that they would ever want for us. We'll miss them - we always will - and we'll always want to see them just once more, but would they really want us to remember them that way? Probably not. They would just want us to keep their memories safely and never let them go. An easy thing to say, not an easy thing to do, granted, but we have to try for them. I know it's so painful letting them go, but we were going to have to at some point. And, although we had to lose them, it's better that we had them in the first place.
Anyway, apart from the context of the poem, there's faultless grammar and a good title. I like how you've left out capital letters and the final punctuation, it it would have been too clunky otherwise. Personally, I might have centered the poem, but it's well presented either way. Wonderful piece.