today, a lovely stormy sunday,
i chanced upon simon van booy's
it is a collection of short stories but
it was accidentally placed
in the poetry section of the bookstore.
i put down the other poetry books in my arms
and began reading the first story,
which shares the same title with the book.
it was a poignant read.
i was glad the weather felt the same.
"...Hannah and I waded through snowy fields,
past old gates and fallen trees,
laughing and calling out
as our bodies disappeared from view.
The shadows remained.
Gifts from the fallen, not lessening our happiness
but guiding it, deepening it,
and filling us with the passion
we would need to sustain our love
in the coming days.
A gentle reminder
that what we have is already lost."
---
simon van booy grew up in the united kingdom
but now lives in new york.
he is a widower and a father
to a five-year old girl.
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