Whu you miss somthing even when you do not have it

A thing of the past
it was never meant to last
Special moments that weren't there
are still cherished with tender care.

While the heart rests the mind thinks
Remembers and recalls the past links,
There has to be something so that it can be missed
Then why is that the nothing is so missed.

Continuously discontinuous

What it's come to....


A cherished dream
a crushed petal
a stolen moment
a gasp for breath

a glowing warmth
the chill of death
a soft nothing
a deafening denial

Farther and farther
Near and close
Bleary and clear
Similar and dis similar
That's what everything come to
A smile through tears
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Ponder....

Often i wonder if the warmth of the smile can dry the tears
If the widening of that grin can scant all fears
If a word of comfort can complete your song
If just a nod can understand your pain
Then why is it that pain also eases pain
It lulls into a numbness
a silent drone
Where shards of words
and wounds of neglect
can heal
left all alone.

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Live on......


Yet one needs the sunshine and warmth
to bloom and prosper
and live along.
To me any day life's a song,
a hymn or prayer
to soothe or balm
a jingle or carol
to celebrate or share
a lullaby or silence
to suffer the pain
To me life's a song.
So live on...