My lost friends are stacked,
like playing cards,
set on the table
of my immobility,
my inability to reach out
I think so fondly of them
of the times and adventures we shared
tender, or exciting, or comforting
as close as family,
In my mind
I take each one,
examine her, remembering
then I take them all – the stack,
I shuffle them,
deal them out, face up
and begin another game of
This is really rough, but I like the idea of it. I have friends that I have lost touch with, for no reason. We never had a falling out or anything like that. We just were no longer had daily or frequent interactions and either business or inertia or something has kept us apart. I got this image while driving and thinking, and tried to write it down (without crashing).
“Friends I have lost, structured like playing cards,” is my note. This makes me think of two things. One is the Virginia Woolf quote, something like, I have lost friends, some to death some to the sheer inability to cross the street.
The other thing it reminds me of is the Pink Floyd song about pictures of faces on newspapers …their folded faces to the floor….
Anyway, some work needed, but it’s a promising start.