Tears, Stupid Tears

For Mike, who doesn't want quiet evenings as much, now that I'm gone.

I miss you.

Last night I decided to read poetry from Gerard Melanga's No Respect collection. I came across a poem called "The Gift" which is quite lovely but too long to reproduce here. Instead, I'll copy the epigraph that he used, and which you know very well:

You may forget but

Let me tell you

this: someone in

some future time

will think of us

--Sappho, #60

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Mike, I do listen to you, even if only sometimes...

Mongo reads poetry, again.