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David Reardon (January 23, 1951-November 21, 2015)

 

You were there, David, with me.

I was there with you.

 

We were drawn together and pushed apart

by circumstances,

our souls,

our yearnings,

ignorant luck and

fatal choice.

 

Now you have left without me.

I am left without you.

 

Patrick T. Reardon

11.21.16

This poem originally was published by Silver Birch Press on December 6, 2015.  It is also one of the poems in the collection Requiem for David to be published by Silver Birch Press in February.

Written by : Patrick T. Reardon

For more than three decades Patrick T. Reardon was an urban affairs writer, a feature writer, a columnist, and an editor for the Chicago Tribune. In 2000 he was one of a team of 50 staff members who won a Pulitzer Prize for explanatory reporting. Now a freelance writer and poet, he has contributed chapters to several books and is the author of Faith Stripped to Its Essence. His website is https://patricktreardon.com/.

2 Comments

  1. Abigail Foerstner November 21, 2016 at 4:29 pm - Reply

    How beautiful, Pat. I am sure David, in the peace beyond us, is cherishing this poem and the collection to come. I look forward to your book. Hope you and your family have a blessed Thanksgiving. Abbi

    • Patrick T. Reardon November 22, 2016 at 12:23 pm - Reply

      Thanks, Abbi. It seems like Hinsdale was just yesterday! Have a good Thanksgiving!

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