Friends

Friends

woven together by a thread of grief

Do we pass one another? Are you one of us?

I watch you stutter step into the market

And I wonder.

Are you like me?

Friends

stitched into stone

Are you near me? Is that you?

I see you fighting with your wallet

Pay the clerk already!

I want to shout!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

She’s just like me! Christ! Leave her be!

Friends

Hemmed in the edge of this graceful movable world

Are you close to me?

I see your determined masked expression

Careful! Careful! Don’t fall!

I silently plead, as I see you step off that curb

off our world

And into theirs.

Friends

Are you in this crowd? Would I know you if you stood next to me?

My world shrinks

And I watch and wonder

Are you with me?

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  • You are very talented so descriptive. I feel I now can recognise people with PD and often wonder why it takes some people an age to get a diagnosis. Take care x

  • I love this! thanks

  • Thanks, very descriptive.

  • This is a great one. I have found that since my diagnosis I look at strangers differently. We never know what someone is dealing with, do we? Love your poems...thanks for sharing them.

  • Thanks for all of your comments. I'd like to believe I've always had empathy toward others. Now as a PWP I see the me in others and feel the others in me. . . What a way to experience empathy though!

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