Tomorrow the sun will rise again
Such is the inevitable march of time
Brief is our time here
Especially in this hurried digital age
Proof of our existence only buoyed by those who whom are true to us
                                                                ­          as we hold them the closest
Even despite the grand shadow of our own self perception
The life I've lived, being so full of irony of it's own sort
The greatest being that I could never convey to you,
                                                                ­          nor to the world
The great fortune I found when I met you
Even if I could proclaim to this unworthy world,
                                                                ­           who would take notice?
How, when most of us know so little of ourselves,

                             much less from a man they've never met
                                     from a place they've never heard of
                                           about a love they couldn't hope to dream of




For her name was Teresa