I allow the past to inform my present. I bring them together in my work.
& so I recently learnd of the death shortly before last Thxgiving of someone I knew briefly over 40 years ago. he was a singer/songwriter in a local band & one of "Those Who Came to My Door." he passd out of my life as quickly as he came into it. but I'd taken some photos at one of my parties with him in them & they wd crop up from time to time over the decades. learning of his death made me remember that he wrote in "the book of the house." I lookd it up:
I was suddenly brought to tears. has anyone else ever written me such a non-love poem? why did I not follow up on it? why didn't we see each other more? or stay in contact?
life is full of such questions. & a person of my years seems to ask them with more frequency.
anyway my dear boy. we knew each other for such a short time but I say goodby. I hope yr life was one which found you writing more non-love poems.
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