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


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


There are balms,


And Unguents

That may be applied

New loves;

A rebirth of happiness



Relations that flourish

And quench the thirst

For grief.


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.