Goodbye, dear one, my friend, my confidant— You knew me well, better than I knew you. You listened while I talked, bared my dark soul, Without judgment or contempt—just silence. You soaked me in, absorbed my rambling thoughts, Consumed my anger, never gave it back. Though you were a battle-scarred knight with wounds That had ravaged your body, caused you pain, You spoke little of your own afflictions. Instead, you listened, you heard what I said, Did not dismiss me as silly or crazed As others have done. You truly listened! You gave unconditional love, my friend, Wanting nothing in return but my love. And I failed you, though you said you failed me. You are gone now, off to a better place. Some call it heaven, I call it sweet peace. I hope your soul mate, whom death snatched away Before it took you, waits with a smile and A hand to lead you home, that elusive Place you had searched for most of your hard life. Goodbye, dear one, until we meet again. ©️2021 KT Workman
Dedicated to my “partner in poetry” who passed away recently.
(Note: blank verse poetry does not rhyme, and is written in iambic pentameter. It has a consistent meter with 10 syllables per line, where unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones.)