"Inevitable" said our old family optician, the notes on his desk precursors of ultimate darkness.
"Find a new love" you would have said my dear Gwen, had I been there with you at the end. Your family's lasting hatred of us drove me to dispair.
Born to vision, how will I now note he little signs that marked our love?
Will my mind sink behind my eyes as will my sight.
Can I hold my darling in memory to light my lasting night till age and infirmity rob me of all?
Deeply troubled, Rose P.
2006-08-13
16:22:57
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2006-08-13
16:56:21 ·
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