Don’t cry my love
I know that it hurts
Just a little bit longer, I promise it’ll be okay

Remember the times, just months ago when you had never thought so much happiness was possible?

It will come back
The happiness always comes back

And when it returns you’ll say “hey there, old friend. It’s so nice of you to show up here again.”
Then you’ll smile and you’ll laugh and you might even cry
Because absence makes the heart grow fonder
And fonder it shall grow

For next time it leaves, remember these words
Read them over and over until your love returns

A lonely boy lays in his bed
Memories and thoughts drift through his head
Thoughts of a girl begin to snow
And fall through his mind, but she’ll never know
How much she means, maybe years from now
She’ll realize, looking back, and knowing how
He looked at her, but it’s too late
For them to try again, for even fate
Has shed its tears, for love unreaped
The go their way, Lachesis sleeps
The two live on, a pair unmatched
the boy never forgets, his heart unlatched
And through the years, the earth forgets
But the boy, now a man, will never let
The thought of her, his girl, his love
Ever fade, for they’ll meet above
A wise, old man sleeps in his bed
Memories and thoughts drift through his head
Thinking of his long lived life
And holding through his pain and strife
Was the memory of the girl so close
The beauty of the sea, the smell of a rose
He thinks of her, peaceful once more
He takes a breath, and gently lets go

The day loves it—
To be loved.

Everyday is a new love.

Wondering when it can ever be enough...

And that’s why it’s safe to say,

That all the things in life are not just given away.

We’re traveling home,
As we roam,
While at our heels kicks destruction.

I’ve pushed them away—
I come oh, so, close.

A seat in the mind—
I do not know,
But I also don’t…

Such is myself and I,
Or her and herself—
(Or everyone and everybody else.)

And both in eyes…

I can take a hint.

I can fiend a disguise,
One which won’t portray a goodbye,
Or fill up the day in the life with lies.

But often is enough to know
That the safe to “says”
That say,

That every day is a new love.

And that is still—
Not enough.