below is a poem written by frank wolfe just 3 days before he gave up living for only light. it is dated october 4, 2014. he wrote it for a family friend, richard fulmer.
it may resonate through the want of warmer seasons, as we have less sunshine in winter months. and it may resonate just because it is meant to, as you peel your way down the page to read these words.
someday
by frank kelso wolfe
through our kitchen window
the evening sun glows on the basket of fruit
and my tears are drying.
i feel my body
and hear the forever constant hum
of the refrigerator
and my thoughts.
over the phone we just played
a serious game of basketball
in your driveway
when we were young enough to love each other
with bumps and sweat.
now we walk in the autumn of things
and the cruelty and kindness
is seeing through the glass
and wishing you could hold someone or something
so tight that time stops
but the sun has set
so i get up and close the curtains
and know that someday
we'll all be dead.
that's not how i'd like to end this poem
but i can't think of anything else i'm so sure of.
and i love you.
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