We can wait; there is no hurry
In fact, it is a calm we feel
There is no blame or shame
We worked hard at it, but
It was not to be; our efforts failed
What we had is gone. I look back
See you looking back; both in a state of wonder
How did this happen? Two adults
Caring for each other, then one feels left out
No reason really; just a circumstance of life;
Can this wound be healed? Only if the injured
Wants to heal. Sometimes it is the state of misery
That creates happiness for some. It may be hard to grasp
But the theory has validity; angels exist in this environment
They are bewildered and feel as though they have
Carried more than their fair share of the burden
They do not carry or wave any banners
There is no certification of the facts
Things just happen and then everything goes south
Couldn’t we just try to mend this situation?
Look out the windows at the calm
See the snow-covered branches
Which are not waving, but are giving us
A clear picture of the blue ski
The trees have their own palette of green, brown,
White, rust and gray. No one can contain this beauty
It exists and our minds play tricks on us
We think, laugh and cry until our feelings run out
Here we go again; I’ll take her back again
If only she has the time but then it seems from before
That time is not the main distraction but her need
For correction which circles back to misery.
What are we going to do?
What can we do?
Just the best we can do
And then keep on going; it will be alright
We have put up a good fight and now it is time to say, “That’s it”
Stanski
January 30, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 