"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, November 14, 2015

Grandfather





Leaving Poland
That day 
Separating yesterday from tomorrow 
He must have said goodbye
He had to have said, "I love you"
What did he think when he walked away
Did he see their faces when he closed his eyes
Did love fade away
Or just interrupted 
By war and circumstance
Letters back and forth
From one hand to another's 
After all the years 
Why didn't he go back
Caught between hearts
What did he think when he walked away 


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