Filling In Some Pieces

We rarely get to see our friends When they are off at work. We hear about their colleagues Or their boss who is a jerk. But picturing their office Or wherever they’re employed Isn’t something we spend time on – (Not unless you’re Dr. Freud.) So tonight was most intriguing. I’d occasion to attend A memorial to Marilyn, My dear departed friend. It was organized by workmates, Many whom she’d known for years. Though I recognized their names, We’d had quite different careers. I heard supervisors’ stories And from buyers in her field, Nodding knowingly as all her traits Were laughingly revealed. They supplied some missing pieces Of the life of hers I’d known, For we each have an impression Of our friends that’s ours alone. Though the puzzle’s not completed – That’s impossible to do – I increased my understanding Of the Marilyn I knew.