A blogger (a friend) I know, have known, since before...
Oh man...to say it
BEFORE
Since before the world became a incoherent swirl
since before there was a name spoken
not yet engraved
Oh GOD
I hate this part of life...
release, without consent, to
to...
More than death
what startles me is my sorrow.
We've not met
I've not held your infant
but he grew beneath me in the words you cradled him in
and I knew him
well...I knew him through you
well...I knew you through this
and I knew this through many
And the same avenue that brought him to life for me
takes his life.
Words.
And there are none.
I'm so proud of him, you, her.
So little
and yet so much he became...
becomes...
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