STOP ALL THE CLOCKS

 He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought love would last forever: I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good. 

                                    - W.H Auden -

The last two stanzas of Auden's "Stop All the Clocks" have always moved me, but not as much as today when they speak words I can't. My North, my South, my East, my West died suddenly last night. I'm devastated, and this is all I can put on Facebook right now. 

The happiest 16 years of my life were with Richard Wayne Myers (August 30, 1947 to October 7, 2023).

Goodnight my sweet prince........