I Noticed from A Distance
Before, she was at every table,
Meals, parties, raised voices over wine.
Sky's the limit, "Her friends loved to hear from her"
They called her, they wanted her.
Parties, gatherings, every occasion she's the highlights,
Her hands were useful, her stories relevant.
The talk of the town... always have the entry,
The nights are not complete without her presence,
Her laughter had its place, Her smiles mattered.
And then slowly... the invitations slowed down.
Not all at once,
No...
It's more discreet than that, the distance.
Friends think of her... but afterward.
They talk to her just a work matter,
HI's and HELLO's before often, now seldom,
They love her, of course... but from afar.
So, she stopped waiting for them to make room for her.
She started making her own,
laughter, smiles, tears, and stories
She set the table for herself,
put on the table cloth, napkin, candle, and wine.
She gave herself flowers, a chocolate,
not to decorate but to thank herself for still being there.
Meals, parties, raised voices over wine.
Sky's the limit, "Her friends loved to hear from her"
They called her, they wanted her.
Parties, gatherings, every occasion she's the highlights,
Her hands were useful, her stories relevant.
The talk of the town... always have the entry,
The nights are not complete without her presence,
Her laughter had its place, Her smiles mattered.
And then slowly... the invitations slowed down.
Not all at once,
No...
It's more discreet than that, the distance.
Friends think of her... but afterward.
They talk to her just a work matter,
HI's and HELLO's before often, now seldom,
They love her, of course... but from afar.
So, she stopped waiting for them to make room for her.
She started making her own,
laughter, smiles, tears, and stories
She set the table for herself,
put on the table cloth, napkin, candle, and wine.
She gave herself flowers, a chocolate,
not to decorate but to thank herself for still being there.
At workplace, she walk slowly through the corridor,
at lunchtime, she choose to stay in her cubicle,
At market place, she walk slowly through the road alone,
she shop on her own, enjoy the things on her own,
She bought dress, jewelry, shoes, and perfume,
she picked vegetables and bread,
She invite herself into the day, into the air,
into the glowing lights and the freshly ambience of her house,
She's no longer invited everywhere.
But at home she find silence.
She's no longer sitting in other sofa,
But she's indeed comfortable in her armchair.
She's not drinking a glass of wine with friends,
But she's excited by a cup of tea,
She's no longer invited to everyone, to everywhere,
But she invited herself into her own life
And she's good there, she's happy...
really happy.
AirlogRigsMaria
Fri 25th Apr 2025 21:18
Tom, Indeed ... as we old, some people will start fading and cutting time with us, so we shouldn't rely our happiness with "some people faded away" 😔