I Saw You Old
Posted by ned on September 17th, 2008 filed in Out of moleskines...I’ve had these moments in my life,
looking at a good friend,
where I suddenly see them aged old.
It’s not an imposition of my imagination.
In fact, it’s something that’s gifted unto me,
like an instant of angelic glow illuminating a face.
It just becomes.
It’s an epiphany of knowing someone’s presence in my life,
beyond my general comprehension.
Looking at you last night,
your perfect face struck me
and I understood how precious it is that I can look at you
and that I’m going to do so for a very, very long time…
You’re beautiful old.
September 21st, 2008 at 1:06 pm
You’re back - I’m so glad. I missed you and your writing.
Chaka
September 30th, 2008 at 5:38 am
You’re beautiful writing! This is a profound entry probably about your wife - it actually reminds me of how Paul Newman felt about his wife Joanne Woodard and that’s precisely why their marriage outlasted everybody else’s in Hollywood. And I bring him up because he closed those achingly gorgeous blue eyes for the last time over the weekend, and I betcha the last person he beheld was Joanne.