" For all the history of grief , An empty doorway and a maple leaf. "
- Archibald Macleish
I cried.
He died. What the fuck ? Why must you ask what he does. Why must you push into my head that that is gone. Baba I miss you.
Do you know why because you understood that you would not understand me. I am happy now. So you see, c'est la vie.
I do not forget easily. I remember you.
Abar esho ( Come again ).
- Archibald Macleish
I cried.
He died. What the fuck ? Why must you ask what he does. Why must you push into my head that that is gone. Baba I miss you.
Do you know why because you understood that you would not understand me. I am happy now. So you see, c'est la vie.
I do not forget easily. I remember you.
Abar esho ( Come again ).