as that moon walks across the sky alone
i too now toddle
even as i cuddle those memories
of that thirty-five, long, years
when you were huddled inside my soul
while i leapt like a fawn beside you
and then, we were like those double stars
alcor and mizar in the ursa major
for which you had torn yourself
from those in pleiades, your sisters
pledging to be with me till death do us part
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Wonderful poem, Henry. Mature poem born from the feeling of love, its residue leaving the best in you. The eye of a poet of the experience of living love, losses, and carrying on with the experience left, which made you more human, capable to share humanity.
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