Love and time- limited only by
their motivation and direction
Sadness is an emotional storms
reaction to rain only we see unending
as it reverberates inside our lives, minds
and we can’t honestly explain- anything
Is it really so terrible of me
to sit here nearly praying, selfishly
that there was really someone else
to blame- for your sudden leaving?
Memories- ought to be called cruelty
when they plague you like a disease
blocking the present and my reality
from making new moments or dreams
How was I to know- time was a lie- in truth
and we don’t have all we want or need?
How was I to know time would steal you away
when it ran shorter for you than does…for me?
Poet of the Light © 2019