In these words,
there is healing.
There is the recognition that this is
indeed
not the end
There is hope that one day
we will wake up
and we will be together again
We will be.
In these words,
there is love.
There is the hope that the sun
will in fact
rise again tomorrow
For it will.
In the words,
there is remembrance.
There is the thought that this
truly
is not our story's end.
For all great stories
have great endings.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
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