4/7/10 12:36 am - NaPoWriMoIn the pages of a Roget Thesaurus I found the birthday card you gave me eight months before the accident: "Though it's off to an unusual start, I hope you have a fabulous year of joy and laughter" and it's as though you knew the year would extend beyond your company, that I would need the act of laughing, cachinnation, cackle, guffaw, hee-haw though any notion of gratification, well-being, delight, or cheer just seems cruel for that "year," a period of origin stretched to its archaic form a blue moon eon, eternity between then and now, me and you, words reaching from a pen you once weilded to propel my broken birthday heart into a future of fortune you would not live to see. |
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