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EVIDENCE
I don't understand love,
but since I am in love with you,
when you excel,
I share your accolades.
When you fail,
your failure belongs to me.
When you burst with joy,
my happiness overflows.
And when a tear burns your cheek,
I brush it away from mine.
For Jim
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No.
You will never have
left my thoughts
long enough
to require
remembering.
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September 2014
Going through some old journals today, the anniversary of your
parents 67th wedding anniversary,
I found something I wanted to share with you, our dear children:
I guess I should call this "Both Halves, Journal 2010".
Sunday afternoon, September 12,2010
Top of a Vian mountain, where Jim's ashes will be placed with mine:
I linger here a while,
As women do
After their mates have gone.
They go first - our men -
Most often, they go first,
Leaving us to be both halves
Of the One we were.
And, as we feared,
We cannot.