Poetry Sunday: This Is How It Will Be by Barbara Quick
Today is my husband's and my wedding anniversary. I won't say which one; no need to age us any more than necessary, but where did all those years go? It seems like only yesterday...
A friend of mine died last week. He and his wife had been together for sixty years. Sixty years! My husband and I are not quite there yet but we have a couple of legs up on it.
All of this was on my mind when I read this poem last week. It always surprises me how just the right poem seems to find me to express what I'm thinking.This Is How It Will Be
by Barbara Quick
You’d already said goodbye,
but I wasn’t sure you were already gone.
Emerging from the bathroom, I called your name,
wanting to know if you’d read the news item
about the two women who got lost in the woods,
then were rescued and driven to their car,
then drove their car down a boat ramp in the fog,
at the bottom of a dead-end road—
“Honey?” I called, realizing
I was alone in the house.
Realizing that this is how it’ll be,
for one or the other of us, someday:
Something that wants to be shared
will be unheard.