poetry by j matthew waters

the next day

I saw him the other day
at the butterfly cafe
and he was laughing
a hearty laugh
telling stories from the eighties
and nineties like there
was no tomorrow

his voice was never loud but
could easily be heard above the clitter
and clatter of the lunch hour crowd

he always left you wanting more
which is why of course
we could never go back
once learning he left this world

I’m sorry for him but not sad
and oftentimes I wonder
why he was so afraid

august two thousand fourteen
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4 thoughts on “the next day

  1. Topical, sensitive and moving. Thank you.

  2. I think being scared is the most common reason for staying in the past.

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