I need them and they need me to need them
The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.
I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.
Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?
Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.
I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.