I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
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I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
You grasp life with an iron fist
Wrestling it to the ground day by day
In battles among falling petals
Under night skies…
or the ones I pass along to you
that may not speak to you
but only to me
in a way I can never explain
“You’re my best friend.” she repeated, for the hundredth time if for the second. “You’ve come so far in two years, but there’s still so far to go. I just wish…”
When you miss your best friend too much,
you may find yourself set upon by a melancholy
that drives you to push their memories aside.
…
You, far away,
have uncurled your fist for the gentle one
who travels so far,
day after day,
to climb into your palm.
A brother sets out
Chasing a runaway heart
Blazing through the night sky
A sister remains
Making a wish back home
On a shooting star
December 19 – 20, 2005
I’ll sit at the table.
I’ll eat the dinner, I’ll listen to the conversation.
I’ll unwrap gifts along with the others.
I’ll be there, but there’ll be moments where I’ll realize it will be a tiny bit different this time around.
…
Green with golden touch:
a jewel’s care teaches still
of love’s endless reach
(December 12 ’25 outing with a wonderful friend.)
You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…