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Aidan with his beloved manatee, Manny, and his DS of course.
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To love him well in death
He lays blooms
Across carved stone
And kneels, weeping,
Beating the silent ground.
To love him well in death
I light th’eternal flame
And pray God his soul to take
And kneel, weeping,
Forehead pressed to unforgiving rail.
To love him well in death
We preserve a cluttered shrine
Of figures and plastic parts
And kneel, weeping,
Clutching what is no longer there.
To love him well in death
We decipher a fantasy
scratched on smudgy page
And kneel, weeping,
Mourning an ending unwritten.
To love him well in death
We breathe, we walk, we love.
We hope but often falter;
And kneel, weeping,
And waiting for that day.