Posted by Jai Narayan on July 27, 2004, at 19:20:52
In reply to poem ... Brittle, posted by Atticus on July 19, 2004, at 11:51:13
Oh my goodness....
a life still wanting to be lived.
That is so haunting and, as is your style, so well chiseled that I can feel it with my every sense.I mourn along side you for this bright dream/life that is now yellowed with time.
There's nothing worse than something promising cut short. We all lament the lose of someone precious....You have lost two people: yourself (as you knew yourself) and this woman. All of my Aunts and Uncles were sick on my mothers side of the family. Some where manic depressive others rage-a-holics yet another pickled in Gin. These were people who were around me all my life.A family tale for Atticus
I remember one snowless christmas eve I was hiding behind a couch waiting for my uncle to put the gun down.
He was on the porch looking for his wife who was shivering next to me.
We children held our breath as he turned to decend the cement stairs.
It was a bitter christmas.
His exhale lingered as a pale blue vapor.
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