Molto Bella

Molto Bella
Her first morning with us...

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Ides of March

The last time I saw your sweet face,
The last time we ever embraced...
Three years ago today.
The Ides of March.
I could not stand to see you leave.
I feared for your life.
I feared you would be taken.
Only heaven knew different.
Heaven. And you.
You were never mine to lose.
I feel as though you died.
And perhaps that is best.
Yet I cannot help but wonder...
Wherever are you now?
God be with you. And me.
I need the strength to let go.

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