Another year cycles by. Wisdom pours from the days like water over a cliff side. On the year anniversary of my grandfather’s death, I look to the poem I wrote from the grief that followed and am inspired to bring what I’ve learned to it in an attempt to make a version more whole, more complete.
This is what I got.
So Sad Today
Loss has a way of taking pieces
Of you when it goes
Leaving holes you try awfully
Hard to fill.
Entropy flows one way
Not the other. No matter how much
We wish it did.
Dismantled by the linear brevity of time
Clinging to moments of bliss inevitably lost
In its cruel march
Ever onward. Good is it for us to be reminded that
Though the current never ceases, it is through the understanding of temporality we know
What is truly precious.
Skarface 