Day: Nov 28, 2021

And maybe this will not pass,

And maybe we must make our peace with that.

If the darkness carries us down the stream,

Let it,

Let it all be.

Just know that maybe it will not pass,

And they will say “sorry” and other words that do not last.

We are meant to be bruised,

Miss the things that we lose,

Walking down empty avenues.

And maybe this will never pass,

Maybe the present is glued to the past.

I count down the days,

Wishing this is not my last,

Hoping I can find the way,

But the time –

It is slipping through my fingers a little too fast.

-JW