Warning: language
I googled you today
you were gone
I was wrong
to think that time was infinite
it was only imminent
this cancer, “fucking cancer”
would escort you out
without waiting one zippin’ minute
for thoughts to collect
memories to reflect
on your beautiful face
Written for the Quadrille prompt that De is hosting this week at d’verse Poets Pub. The given word is “zip”. Somehow I managed to incorporate it as I struggle with the loss of a childhood friend.
mishunderstood 