the unfair waves of loss. 

It is an unfair thing 

To love and lose 

But despite not wanting to leave 

We must honor the future 

by releasing the past 

Though it stays with us 

Haunting present day dreams 

Spilling onto the hardwood floors 

Of the new home built 

to undo the time we wish to forget. 

Our hearts 

forever engraved 

with the sorrows we experienced 

Serving not only as painful reminders 

but as truth 

That from the ashes we rise 

Out of grieving times. 

Life mended and wounded 

and put back together again 

By the tides of loss 

and being found. 


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