To have and to hold from this day forward
In sickness and in health
Two weeks shy
…there’s an odd feeling of displacement in that
In the midst of the grief
Tears upon tears
Rage at the universal unfairness of the universe
Rage and tears – both
Both of enough to drown the whole world
Everybody knows that everybody dies
Yet no one truly *knows*,
No one truly *believes*
Not really
We live here, in the now
We have, and hold, and love, and *live*
For ten
For twenty
For thirty
For forty
For fifty
For …two weeks shy…
and *lose*
Just two weeks shy to say goodbye
The old refrain goes so –
“I hate to see you go
But I love to watch you leave”
And so it is
In all other times
All times
But the last
Vale Farewell Adieu