Love is a fleeting thing
That can't be packaged ...
     ... or ...stored away
It has to breathe and laugh
Cry and get lost...
... in it's own circles each day

Love ....like any and all living things.

Which surely
   ...it must be considered such
For it had its season
And it must be seen
As a memory... Not a crutch

There is no laughter through pain
No stalwart dignity need be evoked
Just carry a petal
From the flower that was
And let the unbearable weight
Be temporarily revoked

Then that time will arrive
Inspiring... A memory...
... Wrapped in laughter... Real laughter
Some slip and fall or misunderstanding
Or even some strange pose forever etched
Deep inside of us

For isn't that what we all ... are after?

Because it is in that Hollow void
That empirical and ponderous minute
When we know... That we can carry it now
And we feel peace... With the knowledge
That others will be able
To... do the same
When they find themselves
Left.....behind
In this world.....,.  without us in it

For everything there is... Yes
There is a season
Even if it takes a while... To accept
That life happens...
....The Rainbow Bridge does exist
Death happens..and the facts of Life
Are often beyond any reason

So cry and moan and mourn
Remember that day when they
Or your friendship was born
And some day you will laugh
At that memory... You will always
You will always have