I lost my two dogs and my husband within three weeks of each other last August and my mother is on the point of dying. I don’t think that it is a case of imagining that I have been abandoned, it is an actual fact. The people who visited my husband right to the end have all disappeared as if by a magic trick. I have compared notes with other widows and it seems that this is commonplace. They have their reasons. I wrote this poem to make sense of it -
Moving On
I’m starting to get being widowed
But I still haven’t figured out how
Those who used to be friends
Right to his end
Have stopped being friends with me now.
I know I’m a social pariah,
But I still do not quite comprehend
What it was I acquired
When my husband expired
That made those relationships end.
Most of the people who knew me
Now never visit or call,
They don’t message or phone,
Though they know I’m alone,
They show me no interest at all.
It was shocking that it was so sudden,
Soon after he died I was dropped,
Once the rituals were done
Those people were gone,
And all interaction just stopped.
They say you find out who your friends are
When the going gets tough, and that’s true,
So the friends I have left
When they are bereft
Will find that I’m true to them too.
Those who left me have done me a favour,
They have outed themselves and saved me
From wasting my time
On a strange pantomime
With jokers without loyalty.
Moving on, moving up is my mission,
New people, new places, new things
The future is bright,
Without having the blight
Of the anguish abandonment brings.
04.02.2018