Without the other?
Can one be experienced
Without the other?
Each, the other’s reflection
I remember my friend.
I remember her leaving
Gut wrenching sobs
Uncontrolled, unstoppable
Unbearable
And yet later, the memories
Fluttering back like so many
Moths to the flame
Leading to laughter
Leading to new joy
Could that sadness
Have been possible
Without the joys
Of A remembered life
To contrast the loss
Could that Joy
Have been possible
Without the Sadness
Of recent heartbreak
To contrast her life.
The ultimate horror
Is not death
but never having lived
Never having loved
Never having lost
Never having to
Stifle a laugh
Never having to
Hold back a sob
Never having been.
Bill Schatzabel – August 1st, 2010
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