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And if I should sit at the table with Helen of Troy,
let me not sip from the drink she offers,
the nepenthe that would make me forget sorrow.
If I know anything now, it is that sorrow
helps us grow. Not that I want sorrow,
no, but neither do I want to forget my boy,
and his story is knit with sorrow.
I choose sorrow so I might continue to love.
Imagine not saying his name when I walk
alone beneath stars. Imagine not weeping
when I think of how he held me.
Imagine not laughing when I think of how
we played. Imagine not smiling
when I hear myself saying words he would say.
Imagine not learning how tenuous it is,
this thread that ties us to life;
how lovely and strong it is, this thread
that ties us to each other, even after death.
Let me not take Helen’s cup. Let the beauty
be not in forgetting our cares, but in sharing them—
connection, the most potent drug of all.
In this epic, perhaps she will offer to listen to me.
And I, I will listen to her.

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