Graspings#2

Friend, I love you and will miss you
Dearly, here, standing amidst
Your belongings, the movers are taking
The rest of you from me, and I
Realize our attachments to things,
Like the clothes you lent me to wear,
The suit jackets I never bothered to buy,
The shirts I tried on, the dress you excitedly
Put on, to show me. In another
Hour, you will disappear from my
Physical world, and I will sit in your
Dinning room, admiring the dark brown
Wood grains of your table, regretting how
Little time we have spent in the past year,
Fondly reminiscing those moments
Through the years that we connected,
How we have grown, certain we will not be
The same again when I see you next,
Fearful that maybe, the world will take
The you I loved away forever, hopeful that maybe,
Just maybe I'll be taken, just the same.

©hRj2007