grieve.

it's kind of a funny story really
when what you have today is never
the same as yesterday's.

life has it ways of giving you some
and taking away some.
so you grieve today
with the pain of yesterday's
then unknowingly tomorrow
you grieve what you had today.

what an irony you'd say
you tell yourself no more you will play
but this game of life never goes away
much to your dismay.

it's like being spun around
in this merry-go-round
that doesn't cease
leaving you bound,
emptiness here is your crown.

because it was me
who tornado us to
flames,
so I never deserve
to ever call out your name
once more again.

all I could was watch as
a bystander
hoping your days will soon
get better
oh, forever I remember
you, my heartstrings
debtor.


-ag