Thursday, December 27, 2007

Dear Friend,

Right now…
we trot through
darkened days,
the air is close,
confusion reigns.

We know you chose.
We know that
is not the choice you made.

What matters now
is not what mattered then,
and what mattered then
to bring us here
does not matter
any more
at all.

We seek, but may never find, the solace
that you sought for us.

You go ahead.
We’ll come behind.
We’ll clear the trail,
scatter wide the pride and pain,
gather close your love, your dignity, your style.

Then…we’ll try
to trot through lighter days
where the air is free,
and the sun shines bright,

and we’ll hold your memory high.

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