until last year, was full of lucid magic for me.
with your choosing this month,
to pass onto an unknown journey
you've stirred it with memories of you
and the fathomless magic of death.

now, soft with remembrance,
i'm welcoming december in a place, inside me
where all magic truly happens.

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -