by DR Varg

And daily reminders oft show themselves, do
that our loss, so important and great
is still with all others; there's proof in our view.
We're the only one facing this state.

Which then spurs the pain to be vivid, intense.
As we see: we alone face the loss!
All others are lucky. They do not, this sense.
We've been chosen to thus bear this cross.
But we must plod on, step by step up the stairs;
as things are, we must learn, that's the way!
What we do not have, is the state of affairs.
Life goes on--gotta deal with today.

And focussing just on our loss can leave us
always latching, just onto our rifts.
And failing to see all the rest there is. Thus,
missing out on those, so many gifts!

For there's lots around us; so fine to possess.
Being grateful for this is indeed,
a proper behavior and anything less
hints we're selfish and quite prone to greed.

What's lost can't be dwelt upon, just constantly
...got to try and make peace with this plight.
And mixed in among the annoying debris
are some beautiful sunbeams of light!
So being aware of this part of the scene
should be something we're cognizant of.
If not, we can make it our lifetime routine
t'view a pat on the back as a shove!

And when we accept the not-so-pleasing side
and quit giving it all our regard,
then settled, it gets. It must not be denied
but we needn't from it, just be tarred.

Accepting the blot as a state we can't fix
can bring comfort and inner felt peace.
We are who we are all because of this mix.
And accepting this can bring release!

And one day long after we've vowed to accept
and make peace with this space filled with soot,
a change does occur, though not one we expect.
Then, in order things fin'ly get put.

And if we give up pushing these things to nudge,
we will sense feelings settled and still.
Concluding these things, by our hand, will not budge,
will foretell, seemingly they, then will.

I lost my home town, which the two of us shared;
too much pain from its sights, I then faced.
It went from reminding me how much she cared,
to announcing that I'd been replaced!

I left it behind; gave it up; called it lost;
just as if it had sunk and been drowned.
But recently paths, unexpected were crossed
and my old town, once more, I have found.
The views now at hand aren't containing a jilt.
They are just like they once used to be!
And what's caused these scenes to adjust--make a tilt?
She has left! Back she gave it, to me!

Colette was not given the choice--go or stay.
No! To move on, she didn't decide.
'Twas forced upon her; she did not have a say.
She moved out due to cancer. She died.

So losses and gains sometime get intermixed.
There is not a division that's firm.
A death can result in a state being fixed;
have the casu'lty finish its term.