Monday, September 24, 2012

Seven Hundred Thirty (and One)

Two years ago tonight I was writing.
And this is what I said
The night my best friend died.
And here is what I learned
In all the jumbled weeks and nights of afterwards:
The strength of each day is measured out
And it will be enough,
But only for one day, then
You must ask again.

And some day, surprised, you'll say
'I am happy again,'
Maybe even after just
Two eternal
And momentary years.


Jeannette said...

My best friend, my friend of almost 50 years, died three weeks ago.
Thank you, Shan, and bless you.

Shan said...

Oh, Jeanette, I'm sorry.

Annalea said...

I don't think I'll ever forget reading your story of that day . . . and I'm so grateful that this crazy electronic magic exists that allows me to catch a glimpse of your life, and of your beautiful mind.

Mel said...

Heart-achingly true. Love. Thank you Shan.