cocokat posts a piece about those that have gone from our lives. It points out one of the things that keeps happening to me, the constant thoughts of those who we loved so much and the equally constant realization that they are never coming back.
The Dead
"They'll never kiss your forehead at midnight
as the moon chalks its zero across the sky,
or kneel at the side of your bed
and whisper of the afterlife,
their words abundant as stars. "
...
"They'll never come,
though this won't keep you from calling their names
when there's music in the elms
and you're snapped awake
by the dream that's trying to kill you."
--Bob Hicok, The Legend of Light, University of Wisconsin Press 1995.
5:23:11 PM 
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