So many loves that
never had a chance
too afraid to take that dance
and so many dreams lost
to circumstance that are gone
and won't be back.

Enough loneliness
and enough pain and emptiness
so it is time to
start again.

Sometimes I feel
like a soldier without a war
or maybe a sculptor
without a stone
with nights as speechless
as the days always looking
for a new way
because there is no one
to be lonely with.

How can I speak
of yesterday when
it was so bad that I don't
know what to say
and there is a courage
that has deserted me
so I cannot tell you all
what I feel except in poems
as I come to realize
that it is time to
start again.      Jon York         2012