At The Memorial

I saw you,
For the first time,today
In 5 years.

Everyone was there
In celebration of a man
Who made it to a 100 years.

Your parents were there
Your nephew, who once called me Auntie
Now, reserved for you wife.

The bagpipes played
And they always get to me,
But after the song
I couldn't stop them
From rolling down my cheeks
Couldn't stop,
The torrential flow
Of what it used to be.
How I still had love for you,
The uncomfortable air of your sweet Mother,
Who thought me daughter and loved me.
Of the children we didn't have,
And the ones I never will.
Of time wasted on
Frivolous men and useless adventures.
Of the loss of what was in my sights
Slipped away forever,
Final.
Like good old Roy,
Sprinkled around the apple tree
Beside his beautiful wife.

I didn't know,
I hadn't let go.