Micky and me

Micky and me

A Poem by Beccy

Time was when we stretched the boundaries,
ran free, Micky and me;
darting in and out of consequence
as all kids do.

Years melted and I didn't see him again
until that night in the Red House pub;  
1998 from memory; although memories,
like boundaries, shrink with time.

He smiled, went through the motions,
then introduced me to Carol, his fiancee;
and I remember how, when he went
to the bar, she and I shared a look that said,
you knew him first, but I know him now.

Came closing time and we kissed; it was no
more than a peck on the cheek, though the
moment seemed to stretch to infinity and back;
then he was gone, taking with him
the promise of
ten thousand tomorrows.

For some reason I read the obits today,
(an admittedly peculiar, but occasional
habit of mine), and Mickey's name, once
so joyously familiar, caught my eye.

It was just a few lines, about a life well led
but taken far too early; And with each word
I tasted the bittersweet ghost of regret
for all the years never met.

Carefully then, I set the paper aside,
wandered listless into the kitchen.
Made tea, cried a little; wondering
how long it might be before Micky and me
were stretching those boundaries again.

© 2017 Beccy


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Darting in and out of consequence
Now that's line to remember!
That and all the years gone without a real cuppa tea

Posted 9 Years Ago


Im sorry for the loss and Im sorry I didnt read this ten minutes ago. Forgive me for waffling on Beccy. I'd no idea. It appears the world has lost a true gentleman.
(hugs)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow. So sorry for the loss. Life is so short and moments are so precious. May the memories live on. Thank you for sharing this touching poem....:).....

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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