My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
59 days until Opening Day. As you can see, I have been using this time to read some of Emily Dickenson’s work. This poem is called Parting and it is lovely and sad, just like baseball sometimes, just like life sometimes.