Tuesday, January 3, 2012

1/3

Drove through cold as I have not felt in two years,
Over the mountains of our home state to stay
With our friend

A night before heading south. Over dinner he spoke
Of permission, of daring, of doing. His words echoing
Of keeping memory

And carrying the past gently, of embracing what's to come,
Moving onward towards it. As you would have wanted for me,
And I for you.

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