When festivals occur this year,
It feels like a misnomer.
The year has rung out its knells;
The world is a quiet mourner.
The lights aren’t so many
As they were a year ago;
Smiles were easier then –
Hearts hadn’t burnt out so.
Hope rests in each light lit,
That’s what it’s all about,
In the loudest night,
A lionhearted shout!
It may not be heard,
It may not be seen,
But what an experience
This learning has been!
All things fade:
The bright, yellow day
Sifts into mellow orange;
The orange doesn’t stay –
It melts into the moon or stars,
And they dissolve into the sky;
Flowers fade, from torrid colours
Into grey ash, by and by.
People grow;
Youth succumbs to age;
Beauty may remain,
If freed from its cage.
Pain decreases;
Wounds may heal;
If one learns
From all they choose to reveal.
Fathers leave;
Lovers lie;
The saddest tears
Dry.
Every place on earth
Eventually gets shade,
For even the sun knows
All things fade.
Every time I think I am getting over
you,
A friend comes home
And says,
”You’re better off, boo”;
Or
an underwear
You
left
behind,
Sneaks out of our drawer,
And fucks with my mind;
Or
I see some guy
Walking down the street…
And I am reminded
of your
Hair,
or eyes,
or gait,
or feet –
And, no matter what therapy I have gainfully employed,
You
descend on my heart,
And I find it
destroyed.
Hearts Still Care 
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