When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.
O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night -- O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear'd -- O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless -- O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
From Walt Whitman's When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'd
I send you my love wherever you are, Tots.
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I just wished him too...he's 23 days today...it's all surreal, really. I think i'm going to go have a drink on his behalf this evening. that's what he'd like me to do anyway. celebrate his birthday. it's just...weird though. I found loads of his writing on the internet last night while browsing the net, and also loads of things he wrote to me, which I kept in a folder...i read all of that, shed a few tears, but mostly was just smiling..a lot of good memories. :) that's how he'd want me to be, no? Smiling.
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