
The missing
May 2, 2011For this party, we hang tattered streamers, balloons just deflated enough to wrinkle at the surface, strings of lights with bulbs missing. We can still celebrate, even in a room that’s a little less dim than it might have been. We are grateful for parallel circuts.
So many on the guest list will be unable to answer their invitations, their RSVPs disappearing like smoke.
Should we raise a glass?
Perhaps, but make the toasts quietly, quietly. Do not drown out the whispers of the ghosts in the corners of the room.
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