The Olive Grove (1)
He went out under the grey leaves,
all grey and indistinct, this olive grove,
and buried his dusty face
in the dust of his hot hands.
It has come to this. Is this how it ends?
Must I continue when I’m going blind?
Why do you want me to say you exist
when I no longer find you myself?
I cannot find you any more. Not within me.
Not in others. Not in these stones.
I find you no longer. I am alone.
I am alone with everyone’s sorrow,
the sorrow I tried to relieve through you,
you who do not exist. O unspeakable shame.
Later they would say an angel came.
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Good Fri·day
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noun
The Friday before Easter Sunday, on which the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ is commemorated in the Christian Church. It is traditionally a day of fasting and penance.
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I hope you have a blessed Easter with your family, Calen xx
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Thanks, hon. I think it’s going to be low key. We’re going to be coloring eggs with the kids today and then having an Easter Egg Hunt. I don’t think we’ll see them on Sunday. They have other plans. I definitely need to get used to how they prioritize their life!
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Yeah, it’s a very different generation to when we grew up. We’ve got both boys here over Easter, which is lovely. Marc is here for 3 nights before he flies back. And Christopher is sleeping over so we are having a really nice family time. AND today, after 3 months, all of his stuff has finally been moved!!
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OML! We should celebrate! You’re now officially EMPTY NESTERS!!! I’m SOOO envious!!! Enjoy having those boys home. It probably won’t happen often. Is the girlfriend not coming?
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