Wordle #95
court, rare, open, bathe, plume, coral,
ball, term, bottle, incident, thread, dry
(Image from the internet)
Another Day Neil Went Away
There was another incident
Another day he went away
He searched for a place
Where he was not there
Unlike the final time…
There was always the possibility
He would return
I don’t remember the words spoken
Just that he went away…
The hour was late
The bare branches of the winter trees
Traced patterns of lace
Against the plume and coral sky
The court was empty
The jester gone
Packed his bottle
And his ball
Hit the open road
Took his struggle
Out of sight
As was only right
Between then and now
He would not know
A dry day
Unless in jail
Killed himself
In that slow way
People do
Who are
Addicted to the drink
It seemed
He could have bathed
His past away
But he did what he did
And could not have done
Otherwise
He served his term
On earth
A tortured soul
And yet the rare
Treasure he was
He could not see
He followed the thread
That was his own
Surrounded by love
He did not know
Or could not accept
A lonely man indeed
Spring will come
The weather will be warmer
At last
He’ll get his wish
He won’t be there
Note: Today I write again about my friend Neil. With sadness I am thinking of the other times he left. His was a sad story but not unique. There are some things that just can not be fixed. Today I will light a candle for him.
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