And suddenly the tears
Press hot into my eyes.
I didn't know it would happen
Before it even started.
Months away, tears.
You should be months away.
I can't do so much sadness now.
There is work to be done.
There is celebration to be had.
There is joy to be expressed
In the moments that are left.
Isn't it all for joy.
--3.3.10
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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