A note to one in painA freind is lost to her own indulgence,A note to one in pain7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the subtle wooing of contingence,
What are we, who are left, to do?
Nothing but accept that she is no more known by you.
We walk our paths, and intersect, they may,
but that could be a brief moment in your day.
be sad, if you wish, when a friend is lost
but is it worth it, with immortal regret in you, the cost?
Stand up love, and face the day.
don't live drowning in your loss and dismay.
live for pleasure, and try to forget,
and pleasant times your trials shall beget.
For missed, or lost, or dead, or torn,
one's dissapearance never should leave none forever forlorn.