somewhere there was this tune
"...1,2,3... and begin again..."
it repeated in a lovely, clear female voice
they were dance directions
sounding like an old time, crackling recording
i can hear it in my head like a beautiful echo
at first, it is a feeling of a new start
almost like a fresh awakening, "...begin again..."
it is the new start
of the next year of missing you
and filling my empty albatross of a box with another infinite number of
events, memories, visions, worries, joys, celebrations, disappointments, life lessons - for us both,
and growth, most of all, growth.
so farewell again, it sounds so redundant, because it is.
Madison Joan Friel
august 10, 2002 ~ august 26, 2002
i will share you again on your birthday next year
with whoever will hear
all my love,