September 16th
by Shannon K. Wagner, October 7, 2011
Originally published at www.amylamonsoff.net

The cold dark -
Entering from 72nd Street, near the Dakota,
It was my first time, and
I found your bobbling head in the crowd singing Yellow Submarine.
The band began to play.

Five days after you died we gathered,
To cry, I guess, in Strawberry Fields.
I didn't know what we would do. I guessed we would cry.

Most of us were still waiting for you,
Most of us didn't know how to be in the world without you,
Most of us knew that this was where we had to be together, telling stories,
Five days after you died.

An old friend was there, wearing a suit -
I could always see you in his eyes in the years after.
Everyone seemed to be there, all your friends and mine -
A much older friend welcomed us to his Imagine Circle.
There was music somewhere, by someone. We didn't see.

We told stories, and
I told the one about my first time when,
I found your bobbling head in the crowd singing Yellow Submarine.

And the band begins to play....