Because life goes on, right?

Indifferent to my plight,

Tormented over long lost love,

Overwhelmed, wracked with grief and guilt.

Perhaps I deserve the torment

Grief, that essential, yet permanent

Memorial to love.

The deepest love beset by the deepest grief

I have to honour your life by living mine

Watching the leaves, listening to song birds.

Love is never done

An ardent, eternal flame

Extinguished not

By my sighs and tears.

Natasha Haidar © 2019