Think of the mostly addressed,
and write down all the names;
I remember all the words
but not the pain.
Take pen and ink to
correct all the errors;
wash away dirth
with the rain.
     Drought will not last forever,
     and nor will the callousness.
     One day these words will belong to another,
     And with them, my emptiness.
For the snow fell down like rain
to turn to white what's black;
and when it's finally spring,
we will find all that we lack.
     For the earth swallowed up the dirt,
       and the sky inhaled the sighs,
       and the sea drank up the tears.

Remember: what was is no more. Look ahead.

(c) 2016 Indigo Kenna