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I can’t live with you.
But I could have.
I couldn’t love you when I had you,
I miss you.
I had fallen out of step,
(That was my fault.
I wasn’t ready.
I could have.)
the Gracious Lioness,
had taught me Mercy.
Do not spurn the hearth,
Do not burn the home,
for even the shadows need a place to sleep.
People are more than our mistakes.
Love, Sage, love.
Before you left, you said:
"Make sure you leave places sad."
"Everyone in your life is for a reason."
"Whatever you do, do not hate."
Just a note to all people planning on giving blood, remember it only has a shelf life of 42 days. After 9/11, so many people donated that there was a glut of blood in the system and much of it expired on the shelves, unused, because there was more than needed. ALso, if you donate right now, you will not be eligible to donate again for 8 weeks, so about a month after 9/11 there was a bit of a shortage, because many people couldn’t donate again for several weeks.
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Useful information! Please consider spacing out your donations! (and if you can, please donate)
Such depth. Like drowning in beauty.
…and then I imagined the opening of KH.
From the title alone, there is a double entendre, and this short poem hides depth of meaning.
You focus on what seems to be a duality. 1) There is a change in personal status, or standing; 2) your feeling of loss of a personal seat, that would leave you standing. Curiously, the second part makes the notion of you standing, yet simultaneous absence, interesting to consider in the framework of the extended metaphor.
For reasons I don’t understand, I keep imagining this as a seat at a stadium. Not so much a table. Nor is it around a bonfire. But at a stadium- where you would be one of many gathered to see a spectacle.
Yet, the feeling you meant to portray is not lost on me, here. You felt special, and now you do not. You feel your name was changed, and now you have become forgotten. Even you have forsaken the name. Now, you are gone— ah, but this is where it is the most interesting:
Why are you gone?