< I wrote this in honor of a childhood friend who is celebrating her 5th year with a new heart >

1825

Close enough

1825 – not the breaths

…the breaths are endlessly more

Not the tears …

happy, sad, and in-between

Not the moments…

the priceless moments…infinite moments

1825

Close enough

but much more than that…

                                                 1825 – not a number

…a gift…wrapped in another’s heartache

Tied with a ribbon…loosely holding together a life too short

A life that escaped the earth too soon

...and with his last breath

He sought to breathe life into another

Because of the love he shared

And the strength of the loved ones he left behind

1825
Close enough

I have counted to 1825

I have counted the sunrises and sunsets

I have counted my blessings

Shared in infinite moments

With family and friends

Because there once was a young man

Who was loved

Who’s love was brave and larger that his life 

My heart is his

And all of the moments I live

I share with him

 Happy 5^th Birthday

To my donor

Thank you

 

like glass

I broke it

     It was new and fragile

      I thought I dropped it

     But upon reflection I did not drop it nor toss it aside, but threw it away

 Could it have been a new friendship? 

     A new collaboration? 

     A new opportunity?

What could have grown…blossomed…if nurtured?

               Nothing to do now but remember

                              Perhaps regret

                                             Definitely reflect

 When it landed

     It shattered

     Tiny fragments everywhere

     I doubt it can be repaired

It was new and fragile

                       And I…          I  broke it