A beautiful ache-often produced by a compassionate moment, or a self-consiousless laugh, or an authentic, but matter-of-fact articulation of a brokenness.
or, a melancholy song.
such as one sung by craig cardiff, whom I recently was able to see live.
Heaven
When we meet in heaven will we
recognize each other in this light? a million candle winter light?
all the different shapes of all our different loves,
they're not wrong anymore,
they never were before.
Dearest blackbird, we're sorry.
How the birds swarmed the bodies for all the souls who left early.
Dearest blackbird, we're sorry.
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