parting is all we know of heaven...

My life closed twice before its close-
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveils
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


I felt compelled to share this poem with you who choose to read it. It is said to examine the existence of something wonderful for those who pass, but expose the torment for those left behind.
Today it meant something different to me. It brought a great deal of sadness to me. Someone very close to me quoted it, and given the circumstances, I couldn't help but feel as if it would be the last thing he ever said to me and I cried until the tears were no more. And it still hurts. And it's not okay! And I'm not ready to say goodbye! Not in any sense of the word. It's not fair and I won't accept it! I never will, my dear.

I've never seen you so sad. I wish you would talk to me! I wish I could hold your head in my hands as the tears you keep hidden stain your sad face and make it all better, but you wouldn't let me! You inspired me in ways no other could and made me believe that I am beautiful. All of the memories are mine and you can't have them back! I don't want to forget. I love you. I can't help it... I always will.