two hundred-sixty seven.

twenty-one years, minus one.

and in his 21st year of living, he has to stand
in the face of reality to realize that for the
first time in his life, he won't be receiving
no mail, no letter, no card, no love, no.  nothing.

because she's in a casket of mistakes and illnesses
that have been put to rest - she's sitting in a seat of
glory, or at least he prays she is - moving with him
every step of his everyday.

at this point, he realizes that yes, there's got
to be more to life - and he's finally living it.
although he misses her - he trust that the
Father will continue to protect him.  and her.

the distance of love does not exist.
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