Some days, when it seems too hard,
When something shifts and resettles
Somewhere deep in the heart
And cracks appear in the facade.
I try to imagine that shrug
Careless, matter of fact slight smile.
As I answer that question, how?
“It was hard, and it took time.
But I got through it, and now
Life is good. And right. And full.
The past is forever gone, as it should.”
I imagine myself, of course, much thinner,
Some time from now, in the future.
There would no more grief or soul deep pain
It’s just a matter of time, after all, everything ends.



Everything ends
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