Everyone Needs Someone

Call it one of the realisations that comes with aging. Or remembering the day that you both knew you had become one of those couples sitting in a car in the rain looking out at the ocean. Consider the truth of Michael Harding’s book title “Staring at Lakes”. Perhaps I am under the sway of too much Scandinoir. This was the turn poetry practice took today.

Everyone Needs Someone

Everyone needs someone
(and not only a dog -
a dog or a cat is an
optional extra)

who will sit with them
(and they don't need
to talk or even
touch hands often)

when you are getting old
(to witness your staring
at the horizon,
share the flask of coffee)

to watch over your soul
(that etheric substance -
part angel, part vital animal,
that will depart)

if you believe in that kind of thing
(call it animating force then
whatever it is that leaves
the building or a corpse)

Everyone needs someone
who will sit with them
when they are getting old
to watch over your soul
if you believe in that
kind
of thing

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