The phone call we all dread will come
This time it was my turn to hear the news
A dear friend of mine had died
Riding the old pan-head he loved
I want to know “What were his last thoughts?”
I know that doesn’t matter now
He came to visit me 3 years ago
after 30 years apart
We had both grown, lived but changed perhaps
I saw the truck pull in and went to the porch
He got out and I knew him
He looked up, our eyes met and we both smiled from the heart.
It is that smile I remember this morning.
A blog-pal wrote about death this morning (it is Memorial Day weekend)
At the end she offered a free psychic reading
I paused to see how that felt for me
The decision was we had loved each other as we were
and had given each other the gift of nothing left unsaid.