First Elegy

For a moment, earlier,
I had the urge to call you up
and tell you
that you died today.

I needed, I need,
your solace,
your comfort:

"I'm sad," I would have told you,
"disconsolate, in fact.
You're not going to be
around anymore.
What am I supposed to do?"

But this light,
this light that I can barely sustain,
that weighs upon my heart,
that wrings me dry of tears
and once I am spent
makes me weep yet again,
this light beneath which I have lived
all day today---
this light tells me
that you will be with me
from this point on,

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-06 at 20:24

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Oh! yes. Beauty is light. No wonder, you can feel her so much now.
( i read this poem just now... much after your earlier one and i am happy that the light that you receive now is touched by her.)

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Deeply heartfelt. Some days we unfortunately never forget. They are imprinted into our being. I am always amazed at how life can change from one moment to the next. It is after all only a moment, but it embeds sadness into our soul.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I felt the despair in the first three stanzas and the consolation that came at the end. Perfectly beautiful.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful sentiment, but, more important (to me, anyway), top-quality writing. Well done!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
One of the serious challenges with being a late poster is that those before you have so appropriately already spoken your thoughts. With that caveat, I can only echo Bibek. The loss of an intimate friendship either through disagreement, death or distance is a traumatic occasion. You have expressed that in clear uncluttered and convincing style. Bravo!

I once asked someone I love dearly to remember me after I'm gone in dust motes and in certain light. Excuse if this feels intruding, but these lines "this light tells me/ that you will be with me/from this point on,/always" especially personalized this poem
for me, as if it were written for me. Except bargaining, it follows most of the stages of grief. It's a beautiful piece and if there's one thing I wanted more from it, it is for it to be more real than surreal, more of the ordinary (like a phone call) throughout the poem.

You had me at the opening stanza. The middle ones were a slow, poetic ride. And the closure is perfect!