i read this last night while we were on the phone...i chose to save my words until this morning, when i had time to think about the peace...
i feel somewhat uncomfortable trying to comment on this poem, because the sentiment speaks for itself, and it does not warrant any stylistic critique...in other words, i'm not sure what to say...other than i am glad that you have finally began to deal with the loss of benita...when we talked about it, i didn't think you would try to deal with it so suddenly, but maybe that was for the best...nevertheless, just know that, somewhere, benita is happy with the fact that you are finally making peace with her departure...
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i feel somewhat uncomfortable trying to comment on this poem, because the sentiment speaks for itself, and it does not warrant any stylistic critique...in other words, i'm not sure what to say...other than i am glad that you have finally began to deal with the loss of benita...when we talked about it, i didn't think you would try to deal with it so suddenly, but maybe that was for the best...nevertheless, just know that, somewhere, benita is happy with the fact that you are finally making peace with her departure...
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