The Last Goodbye
A Nonet to Frederic Because I Couldn’t Stop Him from Leaving
My days are your hand-me-downs, threadbare
Love growing thinner as you fade
like old cloth. Why did you leave?
But you cannot answer.
The universe tore
Us apart when
It took you
And you
Died.
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Lacy Loar-Gruenler
Lacy Loar-Gruenler worked for a decade as a newspaper journalist and editor. In March 2023, she completed an MFA in Creative Writing and Literature at Harvard University.
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so touching, i love it
How did I miss this? Lacy this is stunning. I am so sorry for your loss. You must miss him so much.
Oh no! And Frederick so handsome and all. I was today thinking of why some wonderful people go so early, leaving echoes of themselves stamped upon time. There must be an angelic spot opened for them to fill, leaving behind those who sadly miss them so. Somewhere nearby where you can only sense, he watches over you and wishes you smile, for he is happy.
I'm so sorry for your loss. Keep writing. It helps. That's what I do.
💧"My days are your hand-me-downs, threadbare/Love growing thinner as you fade/like old cloth." Hello, My Wonderful Lacy! Sorrow and joy were immediate in my heart the moment I read your moving narrative poem. I thought you said that writing poetry was not one of your strengths. My memory is apparently wrong. I loved this nonet! Every time I read your work, I grow, as does my admiration for your gifts. Stay well, Dearest Lacy! 💙✍️💙
I’m so sorry for your loss, Lacy! Like all that you write this is a beautifully rendered farewell!
So sad! I'm sorry, loss is hard and always a tiny piece left to bring the tears again.
Poignantly penned. I feel a little melancholy after this one. Lump in throat.
How devastating, Lacy. Beautifully communicated and how deeply sad. I’m so sorry.
Oh, Lacy! This is absolutely stunning and stirred me to tears. So much heartache and grief in such a short poem. Written so beautifully from start to finish. I’m terribly sorry for your loss.
I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️