Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
- William Butler Yeats
{This is my favorite poem of all time. I had to share it this week because I am working on a story that is sort of inspired by it.}
