To Bryan,
Winter is on her way. Lately I have found myself searching for you
more and more in the pages of novels and in the old leather-covered
poetry books that line my shelves.
It’s surprising in that all the poets
and all the authors seem to know the loss of you, too, and they find
the words that I can’t to describe the aching feeling you’ve left me
with. They keep me company now that you’re gone, and their companionship
has become something I value rather greatly.
I still miss you.
C.
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