Wait Listed

A friend passed on – not someone close But someone I adored. A service in her honor I would never have ignored. So when I heard, belatedly, That there had been one planned, In three days’ time, I reached out To the person in command. Explaining in an email That I wanted to attend, I thought for sure an invitation She would thus extend. Instead, in her reply she wrote That there was just no room. She’d add me to the wait list With some others, I presume. If she who’s being honored Were alive, there is no doubt, There’s no way anybody Wanting in would be left out. I understand a wait list Must be started on occasion, But not when someone’s death Is factored into the equation.