Weathering
Some love stories are a celebration of mutual affectation
Some are waking up to a day of multiple shades
Of blues and gray
The relief of weathering past
Grieving what we can’t have back
Distraught of what we can’t have at all
Learned to accept
what is fleeting
Will soon be swept
Away, as these we try to hold dear
Try to get close
Will soon be gone
So I grieve you now even before
The clock runs out
While still overcome with joy
Mixing the ecstatic moments
With this bitter wine
Awash in reality of what can’t be had
Can’t be mine
danDAman 