She had warned me of fate;
But I ascribed it to hate;
So I neglected her view;
And fought her with words, too.
We are all fools in love –
But when push comes to shove,
And when death comes calling,
Then the heart is done falling.
Since promises lie broken,
You throw away each token –
While her words hang in the air:
“Most forget love, beware.”
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
Hearts Still Care 
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