The Milky Way Fruitcake
What Remains
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It is easy to count absences,
to weigh hollow spaces
left by what was,
to listen for echoes of a voice
that no longer answers.
But loss is a thief
who will take more
as it lingers—
it grows fond of company.
So look
not back, but around.
The light shifts as it always has,
long shadows stretching toward
some unseen horizon.
The air carries scents
that do not belong to the past,
and the earth, forgiving as ever,
still holds you.
What you have now
is not less.
It is different.
It is the pulse in your hand,
the quiet of the morning,
the small, stubborn blooms
that push through cracks in stone.
This moment—
it is yours,
as much as anything ever was.
Good Night, Mayor
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He filled the room just by being in it,
a man too big for small moments,
too alive for anything half-measured.
When he laughed, it was the whole world laughing.
When he loved, it was with the force of a storm
that left everything standing—
only cleaner, only brighter.
He didn’t just live.
He lived. Every. Second.
Not cautious, never cautious,
but sure, as if the ground itself
rose to meet his feet.
They called him the Dogfather,
and it fit.
A presence you leaned on,
trusted —
because how could one person
carry so much life?
When he sat beside you,
you felt something solid in a world
too full of shifting sand.
And when he gave his love,
you knew it would outlast him.
In the end, it did.
He died the way he lived—
loving, loved,
surrounded by the ones
he’d taught to carry the light.
Even in sleep,
he burned like a fire.
And when the flames finally dimmed,
they left a warmth behind
that does not fade.
