Some days will never end
Like this day, only starting to unravel
Always telling you something more
About a man
Who gave me my name
I can still smell him in the cupboards
And His ring on my fingers
And the coral tells me his story
Every day, that
He was a man of letters
His words are mine, mine are his
This day, but not this day
The fourth of June
I live to see one more
With him and all that he loved
Like a timeless tree
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