happy smiles on matching faces,
holding hands under an ancient
oak, watching the sun set in each
others arms, each day seems long
but not long enough

ageless words like their ageless
meanings bring to light what
good there is in all this bleak
mess

what I know without ever
experiencing
like reading a book about
a place you’ll never
go

sadness invades me now
the warm images fading
from my mind as the cold
norm returns in a raging
blizzard

the poem, as my heart,
sits worn in my hands
and without any idea
where to go I take a
step, dropping it to the
ground I’d already passed