There is an awkward moment
When you are staying with friends
Near the end of your visit that
They begin discussing their
Schedule for the coming days,
Making plans without you.
But you are not ready to
Return to ordinary time, you have
Your own schedule to keep,
More steps along your journey.
And yet,
Too soon,
Life moves on,
Relentless.
Conversations at night
Quiet to a whisper,
A telltale in the trees,
An echo of the wind.
(Samarra)
As we transition
From four
To three,
From them
To her,
You transition
From a life of
Your own to
Someone else’s
Memory.
© 2023 Edward P. Morgan III
