For You, Of Whom We Do Not Speak

The day just passed and I didn’t register it. Five years. Recently there has been a sorrow in me I couldn’t identify. Now I understand. It’s natural I didn’t have the date in mind. We barely speak of you. Of your loss. What is that?! Why don’t we talk about you? Because it is too raw, even five years later? It feels like we’ve made you a dirty secret; you were anything but. You were an immense joy & your life crystallised our love for each other. You illuminated the…

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