Parent's Friends

Seeing people
Who knew you,
I want to ask
What were you like
As a friend or acquaintance?
What topics of conversation
Did you share?
Do they see you in me?
But instead
I turn away
Not wanting to open the memories.
Not willing to ask the questions
That will connect the dots.
No easy answer
To your absence.
Only anger that they're still here
While I have only
Stories of the past.