Have I sufficiently soaked up each moment on its own and in sum?
All too aware. Haunted and distracted by the reality
That lasts only happen when something doesn’t.

That last night we were two before three; we were quiet.
Reciting our love and impatient for her to arrive,
Hoping that the long wait would last no more.

And did she ever arrive? She filled our lives with so much love!
The last monthly news bringing the too-familiar pain of loss
Fading in my memory with no regard, only scars.

And still, I knew our story would have lasts, of…

Levi Patrick

student. teacher. dreamer. thinker. doer.

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