Nothing to celebrate,
Except that I didn’t die.
Covid nearly got me;
Pneumonia did try.
I’m not very happy
And i’m not very sad,
If I just breathe easy,
I’ll feel a tad less bad.
I’m a mix of feeling:
Angry, grieving, insecure;
But of one fact I’m sure,
I have learnt to endure.
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain. - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I have heard of lovers becoming strangers…
And that losing your heart begets these dangers.
I’ve heard that the person who promises you life –
Can expose your veins and hand you a knife…
Maybe a time of love is truth, all too true,
Maybe it fosters lies – being no longer new.
I have heard of such things…
I have heard lovers betray;
I have heard of the reasons why most love fails to stay…
You can delete the chats and burn every letter;
You can cut up each photo to make life better;
But,
If you have loved –
And I have heard it’s true –
One love can never end, though another starts anew…
And though it must be done –
Giving up and letting go –
I’ve heard It’s never easy –
But this you already know.
Yet this must be done, for I’ve heard this is how you grow.
Hearts Still Care 
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