The Ghost of WE

Le chéile go brách mar dhuine amháin...




PAUL VINCENT DeCANDIA
11-28-48 ~ 9-18-04



I have become friends with the ragged beggar called
Grief
          That sits outside the gates of my now ravaged kingdom once
          known as WE...



          It was heaven on earth living here with you on a grain of sand
          Within this vast universe...




          It was yesterday...
          It was tomorrow...
          It is now...



          It is mine for all Eternity...




          You were a pirate.
          You brought me gifts from the seas I had never sailed...
          Gifts from exotic lands I had never seen...
          You brought me a world in the palm of your hand.



          It's not your absence that hurts the most;
          It's what my senses remember that hurts so badly.



          My fingers recall your hair and skin...
          when touching your photograph.

          My nose recalls the scent of you...
          when I open a dresser drawer.

          My eyes see you walking toward me...
          In the remembering of a dream.

          My just waking up self feels you next to me...
          But it's your pillow pressed against my back and
          I weep for you.




          All of my moments of Life with you are my lyrics.
          All of my moments of Love with you are my songs.
          All of my moments of Missing you are my inspiration.


          All of my moments with Grief will compose my opus.



          WE will never let go...

          My hand is clasped firmly within your hand.
          WE is suspended in time...



          I will love you beyond Infinity.



          I have been alone before;
          But never lonely until now.




          I am Sorrow,
The Ghost of WE...



It's only forever that I will love you...

And only a dreamer and a battered spirit

could wake up as I do

and hope it is still our yesterday...


XO&4ever Yours,

Jan






This world is not conclusion;
 a sequel stands beyond,
Invisible as music,
but positive as sound....
EMILY DICKENSON


 http://www.groww.org/Memorials/wall/wall77.htm

 http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng


I miss you.

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