The Waning

Grief never dies.

Losses of loved ones,

Scar tissue on the heart

The passage of time

Like the waning

Of the moon

May seem to quell

The pain

Yet

It is ever there

To be burnished by

The inevitable losses

Life brings

To us all

It must be embraced

For it is part of us

Ever

There are balms,

Ointments

And Unguents

That may be applied

New loves;

A rebirth of happiness

 

 

Relations that flourish

And quench the thirst

For grief.

Yet

It is ever there

And may flood

Our souls

With remembrances

Thought dissipated.

 

Shed a tear

Gnash the teeth

Then move on

With a new caress.