It would be selfish of me to
Wish you were here, and so
I wish instead for the peace
That so long evaded you to
Land upon your shoulders
At last.

The world has not lost you
Completely: there are echoes
If we know where to listen,
Though most will hear
The beauty without
Knowing the soul.

You were not someone I really
Knew; my memories are of
An idea we created
Together, in that sweet season
When anything and everything
Seemed briefly possible
In spite of all we knew
And didn’t know.

10/30/2023

Posted on 12/15/2023
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