SIRIUS LOVE

Friends and lovers prowl
along seldom-trod paths
until we have trouble recalling
faces and voices we were certain
would remain clear forever

and we must think of them kindly
when we think of them at all,
acknowledge them as memories
neither immensely cherished
nor profoundly grieved

and to hold close those few
warm and constant loves –
night sky, North Star loves –
undemanding and undimmed
by the passage of time.

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I posted an early draft of this poem back in February, when it was still a work-in-progress. There is no denying that John Lennon said it better in In My Life, the song often pointed to as the Beatles’ best. That song was the inspiration for this poem, and I held off on completing the poem because I knew the poem could not compete with the song. But I grow old now, and finally decided to “let John be John, and Joe be Joe.” And now you have a brief glimpse into the strange workings of my mind. Cheers! And speaking of ‘Cheers!’, I observed the 11th anniversary of my sobriety this week. If I can do it, you can probably do it, too. That assumes you want and need to get sober . . . not everyone does, but some of us surely do.

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