The number forty four

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The Prompt 155: Calling

The number forty four.
Calling to me
through the years,
a companion
a reminder,
a reluctant milestone.

A day to come, for me.
One not reached, for you.
The number forty four.

And, I have now been given
more years than you,
and I wonder what you’d think now
and I wonder if we’d chat now
with the ease of adults, now
that the awkwardness of youth
has left me.
I wonder if I’d know you,
I wonder how I’d know you.
Me at forty four,
and you at sixty eight.

But, I have now been given
more days than you,
and I wonder how that’s fair
and I wonder how that’s right
with so much still to come, and
memories still to make
and cherish.
I wonder what we’d say,
I wonder what we’d think.
Me at forty four,
and you at sixty eight.

The number forty four.
Calling to me
across the years,
an echo
a whisper,
a line now crossed.

A day now passed, for me.
One not reached, for you.
The number forty four.

© Sara Murray, 15 September 2017

For my father
 

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