Life lived in a minor key
waiting for the final chord.
You walked alone
and yet the song you sang
Dolce, my sweet friend
until alone, as you lived,
Using musical notation, this brief poem is about a loved one who suffered from agoraphobia. She died recently from cancer. Many have commented on her life as wasted. I chose to believe she had her own symphony to compose, and it was full of a gentle, generous beauty.
Agoraphobia is literally translated as fear of crowds. It is a type of social anxiety disorder.
I wrote this in response to the prompt from Sashi at The Gooseberry Garden where today’s prompt is friends, relationships and everyone around. Stop by and read some more at: http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/10/poetry-picnic-week-8-friends.html