And the day comes, it comes every thirty days. I look at my calendar and I am reminded that you were taken far too soon. No matter how many tears I cry it doesn’t change anything. No matter how many sad poems I write nothing is different. No matter how much I try. We weren’t the closest but the tears are just as harsh. When will the warm august day stop playing over and over in my head. Why, isn’t enough I need to know. I need this answer. Is this what life is. Loss after loss or is there something brighter is there ever a rainbow. Because right know my glass is half empty, I want it to be half full again. But in a world so cold, dark and bitter, is there a chance, just the slightest chance that the sun will shine again. That the waves will come and take away the sorrows of the world.
Will The Waves Ever Take Away The Sorrow?
December 29, 2009