Sorrowful tears run down my face,
As I witness my tears run dry once more.
Never to occupy my secret place,
Our parting ignites my heart to the core.
As birds fly as do true seasons away,
So does love into blackness of nightmares.
We should not condemn ourselves for decay,
Of the unblest future of cautions care.
Instead reward worldly efforts at all,
Declaring farewell to the cursed past.
To deliberately fade away love’s call,
Never to worry the dark shadows cast.
Closure calmly haunts or lack thereof,
Fly for peace on virile wings of the dove.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1996