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RIP Richard "Bomer" Manzullo, 1967-2005
Jan. 10th, 2006 10:07 amWe were younger than our years in many ways; eager, ambitious, ardent, idealistic. We both wanted to be everything for the other, but failed; I now know that wasn’t possible.
Love, in the end, wasn’t enough to keep grim, mundane “life” at bay. We loved fiercely but all too briefly. The intrusions of the world were too much to bear.
In a better world, the problems that drove us apart wouldn’t have been insurmountable. They would have been overcome; heroic from our victories, we would have continued, bound even more closely together by what we had defeated. That wasn’t to be; we were to have our too brief candles’ flicker and no more.
We loved innocently, like children, without guile or falsehood, but with too many expectations, too many needs.
We were simply life for each other for that short time, that score of months. We were best friends, we were boys together. We explored undiscovered countries of emotion. We shared new lands of passion, in those beautiful, infuriating, unforgettable months. We gave of ourselves all we dared, happily.
Then it was over. Our once-young hearts were scarred a little, stronger in many ways, but they no longer beat together, in rhythm.
But that love was never fully extinguished, at least in my breast. It still smoldered, diminished but not destroyed; if not as ardent, at least wiser.
He was a good man, a gentle troubled soul with so much beauty in it. If God is just, if mercy exists, Bomers soul is at rest. The yearning, the pain, and the emptiness are assuaged. My most fervent prayer for him is answered; he finally knows peace.
Love, in the end, wasn’t enough to keep grim, mundane “life” at bay. We loved fiercely but all too briefly. The intrusions of the world were too much to bear.
In a better world, the problems that drove us apart wouldn’t have been insurmountable. They would have been overcome; heroic from our victories, we would have continued, bound even more closely together by what we had defeated. That wasn’t to be; we were to have our too brief candles’ flicker and no more.
We loved innocently, like children, without guile or falsehood, but with too many expectations, too many needs.
We were simply life for each other for that short time, that score of months. We were best friends, we were boys together. We explored undiscovered countries of emotion. We shared new lands of passion, in those beautiful, infuriating, unforgettable months. We gave of ourselves all we dared, happily.
Then it was over. Our once-young hearts were scarred a little, stronger in many ways, but they no longer beat together, in rhythm.
But that love was never fully extinguished, at least in my breast. It still smoldered, diminished but not destroyed; if not as ardent, at least wiser.
He was a good man, a gentle troubled soul with so much beauty in it. If God is just, if mercy exists, Bomers soul is at rest. The yearning, the pain, and the emptiness are assuaged. My most fervent prayer for him is answered; he finally knows peace.