Loss of the Loved

Hey there you, what a day

The sun is out and children play

Care for naught, and naught a care

If only Life could pause and stay

A gleeful sight

Until midnight

When all dark thoughts

Turn on a light

Making me remember

That sad month before September

All hope was lost, the greatest cost

The end of my poor burning ember

Yet it sparked a flame in me

Oh how Life lives, ironically

Challenging our grandest plights

Behind a door that has no key

She left traces, masked and gloved

For me to find, to not succumb

Oh how it pains to think of Her

And Life’s cruel vengeance: Loss of the Loved

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