"Her life went on being fairly tedious."

OK, I totally stole this from Sweet Justin's blog, because it is so perfect for me right now. Esp after reading his blog and about his life...

Also blatantly stolen from Sweet Justin's blog:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I heard that poem years ago on the Writer's Almanac on NPR, and it made a huge impression on me. I'm afraid that I was a little rough on Justin today for having it on his blog. He is a very smart and sensitive guy, but he's just too young to understand it, although I have no doubt he can appreciate its beauty. The summer still sings in him. At 22, I don't think he can possibly know what it is to look back on that summer as a memory, and wonder how much song remains in your life, if any.