excerpt from To the Dead, by Frank Bidart What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,— ...and again reach the VEIN in which we loved each other... It existed. It existed. There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT, -
I have a date tomorrow night.
I’m looking forward to it.
I’m moving on every chance I get.
And yet, everywhere I look, I’m being asked to Remember.
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