MEMORIAS

It was one of the many small circle of friends’ meetings where we would talk and remember the friend, the loved one not longer with us. As we shared our own memories, the lover cried. No one in the group went over and tried to console him; none of us were one those characters who in moments like that might use the opportunity to take center stage. It was his pain and separation, and only his. There were times when Mark Doty was quoted. He had written about similar gatherings and had lost his lover of many years, "I remember thinking it didn't matter which of us it was, that his news was mine."