Accepting
It's passed, gone
What once was, its lost
You can chase, stab at it-
In the end you can beg.
Yet like a seasons change
It can not; will not be the same
You wish and you dream
But when you feel the finality-
If and only if you feel it
Then you understand
It's the past. It's gone.
That's when
You; I
Can move on.
poem by Rue Kendra
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