Reflecting on the choices I've made.
Wishing for better days.

Why did I invest such love and energy.
Friends tried to ward me away.

They knew it was the case.
Some people can't be saved.

I have kept the seeds of your stories
In jars of your laughter
Without the lid on
I offered them as a gift
And safely tucked them in
As the Earth's bed cradle them to sleep
Soon, they will bud in the morning
And your stories will grow
I may not be there to listen
But I know that somewhere distant
Another face glows.