When We Feel Loss – Billy

We grieve, pay homage, we understand time,

begins a new journey to someplace sublime.

We are told,

Often the eyes give way to the old.

I remember not knowing anything anymore,

except the memory of his meaning before,

all the laughter we created together,

became a notion we could embellish further.

I wonder if they ever do truly understand,

when left behind there’s little we might demand,

beyond an answer, a suggestive tease in nature,

would tell us about some idyllic hopeful future.

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I once knew a young man, pretty and brave and love,

yet today in memory I still wait for him every day above