Each day with her was a thousand years of joy. Our encouragements were heaven’s invitations and time’s fulfillment. Spring’s blessing rained forth from every color in her name.

Each day without her is a thousand years of silence. My memory the broken ring of our marriage and time’s denial. Winter’s claw, carving the threat of future absence in my heart’s most delicate suspensions.

Jan 19, 2012

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