Anna's glass

The empty champagne glass,

tall, slender,

drops of gold reflecting.

It’s a-hundred-and-forty quid a bottle.

Her favourite drink.

She was never cheap.

This was part of a life so full;

sometimes random,

often extreme.

She lived to the limits
of her 35 years;

she loved the edges,

took all the risks.

Oh yes, she truly lived.

Now there is only a clear table,

a clean white cloth

and one empty champagne glass.

Yet there is light there,

shining through it.

Still, life.

Written after the funeral of Anna-jamie Lorimer, held on January 7, 2014. She died aged only 35.