PERFECT ENDING
Life is unpredictable, often mysterious and mind-bending
as such we don’t often get the chance to write our perfect ending:
They met when they were eight years old and became fast and life-long friends.
Now, both in their 80’s, one of those lives was about to end.
One in hospice…eyes closed…the other teary-eyed.
One is barely breathing…the other is seated by her side.
determined not to let her friend go…not to let her die
before these two old friends have the chance to say good-bye.
So, seated at her bedside…hoping her friend could hear
she whispers to her all the memories they’ve shared throughout the years.
Memories from as far back as the day they met in school…
memories when life was joyous and friendly…
memories when life was cruel.
She’s not sure how long she sat there sharing memories of all their years…
all their miles…
and call it wishful thinking but along the way
she thought she saw her old friend smile.
And though it may not have been the perfect ending…
she smiled as she began to cry…
knowing for these two life-long friends…
it was the perfect way to say good-bye.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2024
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