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

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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.

Cost

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Like most in my family,
I have lived, I have lost;
I have done my duty;
I have paid its cost.

I have caught butterflies
And let them go;
I can kill demons
And none would know.

I have survived pain;
Seen the sun rise;
Felt love blossom;
Held it, as it dies.

Decades have passed,
So have most in my family;
I have lived and lost;
I continue my life
And forgiven its cost.