So easy to love : A Poem

(From the 17th)

Remembering Ian today with so much love.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been four years since he left us.
I wrote a poem. Just the tiniest sliver of what I feel.

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My friend died on this day,
four years ago.
I was a speck in his large life,
a bit of ash in his air,
mostly known for being married
to his best friend
and being so close to his wife.
We loved the same people,
he and I. Smiled over them
to one another, rolled eyes, shook our heads
nearly bursting with love
for these two—my husband and his wife—
their brilliance.
I am still angry that I don’t have him here
to admire them with me.
Look, I want to say, he learned how to play the trumpet.
She pranked me with the best Christmas present, her music brings us to tears
she is still so lovely, she brings me tea and
we do puzzles while we talk theology, she is still striding through
the world
so easy to love.