The very young dwell on love
the sadness, the angst
of loss, of betrayals,
of bitter anger,
of metaphorical worlds ending.
They write of love’s loss
feeling like death.
No longer very young,
you write of transformation
of death, real death,
of never seeing the person’s smile again
of never hearing their voice
seeing them laugh
holding their hand
hearing their wisdom
extolling their friendship.
Knowing there is no chance
of ever, forever,
with them again.
end 10/25/2016
S. Darlington
Excellent! Really enjoyed!
So very beautiful and moving. 😚
Thank you, Sailaja! I love your new photo. You look so happy and beautiful!
Love you Sascha! Thank you. ❤❤❤❤❤