Better

We'll meet, yes - of course we will.

But not tomorrow or the week after.

Because work is hectic, or the kids unwell

or if we're honest, we're too tired or too lazy.

And haven't we all the time in the world?

Until we hadn't.

My last memory of you is singing

in the Hibernia Bar to an unruly crowd.

And above the clamour of barroom chatter

you dedicated every song to your audience of one,

who left before the set's closure

because there'd always be another.

And I wonder what right have I to mourn

when others did so much better?

Maintained the meetups, the texts, the calls.

Failed to let time slip by like we did.

Waiting for a better hour, a better day.

But grief does not discriminate.

--Tanya Farrelly