06 Dec 2015 – Sonnet
I’m still not sure what happened, they won’t say.
Advancing ice came slowly from the north
at first unnoticed, creeping every day
until the dawn I woke to travel forth
and found the paths of friendship glacier-bound.
Both chills and fevers come to every bond,
to friends and spouses, these our loves confound
and fan again to flame, but this becalmed
and wordless stillness, where did this come from?
I call – no answer, every email shrugged,
and now, years later, it would seem time’s come
to face the loss and simply pull hopes plug.
It’s just like dying, though this might be worse.
I wonder – did they think that I’d died first?