Who will stay
Until we are old, pale, and grayed, bodies fallen?
Who will stay
When we are broken, when we haven’t words
Knowing our silence, taking our hand as we are stilled by fear?
Who will stay
Through our whispering insanity
Finding forgiveness, though unfair, their crucifixion?
Who will stay
Cut by razor-tongue
Bleeding from confusion’s wounds, yet still drawing us near?
Who will stay
Through the rain’s gray pain
Until distant morning sun gifts us hope again?
Who will stay
When summer’s butterflies are gone
When perched love birds know only lonely songs?
Who will stay
Through the tumors, illness, through disease?
Who will stay
Longer than a warm, summer evening’s dream?
Who will stay
Who will prove themselves not a fantasy?
Some may look the sky
Their question, merely, why?
All I ask, tell me, please
Who will stay?
An older poem, tho timelessly relevant to me.
Maureen says
I know someone. Ask me about her.
Eric says
There was a poem I wrote one time, that brought tears, a few actually. This may have been one of them.
Maureen says
Publish it. Maybe she will cry too. Life is short, my friend:)
Eric says
Didn’t I just do so? 🙂 I don’t think this is in any books tho. And yes, life is short. I’ve been writing about it for years. You might remember the phrase, ‘we haven’t much time.’
maltuh123 says
Some of us. Some of us will stay.
Eric says
Thank you 🙂 Yes, that’s what it’s really all about.
thoughtsgather says
The eternal question. The answer solves all.
Eric says
Unfair, but it’s a trick question.. and a universal one. We never know for certain, until the end. It’s why I don’t use the word ‘forever’, except in juxtaposition, or in reference. Thank you for coming here 🙂
Steph says
And I was obviously well into the wine when I may that comment. It’s like I was trying to sound all existential or something
Eric says
Lol. I thought I was the only one 🙂 Good morning..
Oh, and never mind my other replies to this. I got myself confused.
Nancy G says
This is beautiful, yet sad at the same time. I have seen both ends of the spectrum, and one is devoutly, beautifully sad while the other irresponsibly sad. One day I hope to find the devoted one. That is the most beautiful of all.
LayLa says
I like this
Eric says
Thank you. I hope you’ve been well