this loss, my friend.
Having passed through
the long, hollow, corridors of hope
day after day
alone, in the echo of
darkness, too often.
realizing there is nothing more
to hope for when silence is
the final statement,
and time is priceless, precious.
Entering the garden
of my heart, my mind,
carefully, I pull you out
like a weed early in spring
reaching deep down into the warming earth
taking hold of the roots
till there is not a trace
or the chance of your surfacing
in the newness of my spring
among the hope
awakening to flowers that lean fearless faces
into sunlight, and bask in a new hope,
born of suffering, dead to bitterness.
I accept it now.
And embrace the unknown
emerging through the remains of snow
like smiling daffodils
waving winter goodbye,
welcoming, the newness of spring.
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