- Remembering ...

- Today, I Choose To Quote One of the Masters, Yet Again. As You Can Imagine, It Is Rather Difficult to Find Words of My Own, & As I've Said Before, Why Try to Butcher Those Who've Already Made the Point So Eloquently. So; Without Further Babbling From Me, I Give You A Poem By Edna St. Vincent Millay ...

Well, I have lost you

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;

In my own way, and with my full consent.

Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely

went to their deaths more proud than this one went.

Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess;

but that's permitted me;

Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping

Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.

If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more,

But at the cost of words I value highly,

and no such summer as the one before.

Should I outlive this anguish—and men do—

I shall have only good to say of you.

- thank you Ms. Millay, as I'm sure your own thoughts built this precious piece, it speaks so deeply to my own heart this past year, for obvious reasons. A week to remember, to be sure! }:(
Love; S.