... The Real Heroes Of Race And

Our Limbs Which Had Already Traveled Far Beyond Her World, Carrying The Click Of Distances In The Smooth, Untroubled Soles Of Their Shoes.

Mystery: Everything Felt Better Before You Got There Than When You Actually Got There. When You Actually Got There, You Didn't Quite Have The Energy To Be There.

Before You Know What Kindness Really Is You Must Lose Things, Feel The Future Dissolve In A Moment Like Salt In A Weakened Broth.

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.

I'm Writing Mostly To Thank You For Living You Eighty Years And To Tell You I Love You And Think Of You Often.