Memories, as sun through blinds drawn. 
Light shines brightly, 
Yet shadowed,
As I sort the year 
And reflect.
Wedding, framed by fireflies.
Dance floor, born of sweat and tears.
Voices discovered as words find new tongue. Curtain falls on bright and Blythe spirits.
Soon thereafter, your curtain too
Would fall.
A year for rejoicing,
A year to grieve.
Skewed,
 Like sunlight through blinds drawn.