Dear Ones Lost

DEAR ONES LOST

Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?

Missing you terribly
But that’s our fault
Not yours

Or is it?

Or else not?

For you are I
As I play you
In your absence

Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 6, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. I was thinking of the loss of dear friends and loved ones not only by their demise but all the other ways our connection has been broken. I think we all have many of those as we go through life.

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  2. Ben, i feel this. Strongly. I identify. ☹️

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  3. As I grow older, I seem to lose more friends. Now, all my friends are at least 15 years younger than I am, so chances are I will still have them before I die.

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    • You are fortunate then. I know a number of folk who have no one to replace those who have fallen by the wayside.

      From the other point of view, when you die it is your friends who will feel your loss.

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