of the sunshine that was eternal

Memories, like hands you feel holding yours

but cannot see anything.

Nothing at all–

but your hand has never felt warmer

than it does tonight in remembering

and in yesternights of forgetting

and tomorrownights in accepting

and always, always, of loving.

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