My Last Epithalamium





You freshly make yesterdays anew
each visit of the summer day. 
I missed our yesterdays, 
much I do of our today, 
and I will be missing 
them somehow, 
someday— when no future 
left for us 
but all are yesterdays. 

— Jezreel in his Oldest Age before death

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