Sorrow is like a bird
It comes and goes
Flowing from seasons
Sometimes sad and present
Often cheerful and fleeting
But sorrow does not carry the weight of memories
Hours and days spent loving are not tarnished by it
They are built up in joy
And moments of peace
They are treasured within hearts, guarded against sorrow
And sorrow is not a simple reminder
But a coming of tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
