What do you think gets better with age?
I believe one’s own discernment gets better with age. But, damn, if not….
Watch what strain of grief springs forth
As you realize
You loved some soul, conjured up
Sanity capsized
Of their mountain air you breathed
Certain they were there
Conversations, planning life
With their spirit’s flare
Love was lightning, checkered flags,
Continental crash!
Now their absence, now your heart
Cratered…edged in ash
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