Sunday, October 07, 2007


Kris Kristofferson is also one of my guys.
Tonight I'm moody cause Serina is leaving tomorrow, and this song came to my mind.
Guess he's describing another kind of love than I'm feeling.
But love is love and parting is cruel in all kinds of relationships.
"One never gets used to the pain of farewell," my Mom says and this fall it's 49 years since I left home to study.
If sorrow is the price of love, I'll manage to pay.


I heard the front door closing softly,
as I wakened from my sleep;
With the last touch of her lips,
Lord,like a whisper on my cheek;
And I cursed the sun for risin',
'cause the worst, Lord,
was yet to come;
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin',
but, come sundown,
she'll be gone.

See the lipstick on the pillow that
I placed beneath her head;
And the soft sheets still feel warm,
Lord,where she lay upon my bed;
And it hurts to know it's over,
for the hurt, Lord, has just begun.

'Cause this morning,
she's just leavin'
but, come sundown,
she'll be gone.


My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson