There may come
Many, after you
Maybe, better
But, it will not
For it cannot
Be the same
Perhaps, I may love
Again, if only to feel
The familiar pain
The ache of loss
The agony of emptiness
Yet it will, somehow
Never again
Be the same
There may come
Many, after you
Maybe, better
But, it will not
For it cannot
Be the same
Perhaps, I may love
Again, if only to feel
The familiar pain
The ache of loss
The agony of emptiness
Yet it will, somehow
Never again
Be the same
2 Comments
Lovely!
Adieu, svribbler
I am glad you think so. Thank you.