Happy birthday and rest in peace, beautiful girl.
“My friends and family have tried to keep my mind engaged this week and keep me busy to ease the intensity of mourning. I’m not very good at it.”
“What am I to do?”
Some three years ago, Clayton let me bust out the news of his engagement to EL. I got to grace the interwebnet with the grand and wonderful news. He was so very excited by her, by the prospect of a life with her.
And then, when they were married, I posted a poem. It seems fitting to re-post it now. There is an achey sort of irony to it.
If I could take you
Even no further than into my arms
You would be where you belong.
To possess you for even so short a time
and, with your arms around me, to be possessed
Two helpless pawns, controlled
by the fire and sweet gravity of desire
Holding you
I would chase and catch the lights that burn in your eyes
Until for just a moment they shine brightly, just for me
And then, sweetly smoldering, your curtains close
Leaving me to dream
Knowing even the sweetest dream could not compare
~R. Bankard, ‘Response’
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