After the loss of a loved one, time has yet to heal the broken heart, and things once joyful now bring pain.

Rain, it hurts, melts me so,
I’m fragile like springtime snow.
Sun, it bakes, dries my bones,
Makes my soul float, all alone.
Wind, it whispers, calls my name,
Tells me to follow, feel no shame.
Forest, shields my eyes from trees,
I get lost, blinded, cannot see.
River, stops me, I cannot cross,
Reminds me of past, things I’ve lost.
Sandy beach, like broken hearts,
Seems endless, unnavigable, without charts.
Sunset is sad, spells the end.
A clue that I can’t comprehend?
Moon so bright, it darkens my mood,
Whatever I see, is misconstrued.
Cold, it warms, alters my soul,
Beneath this ground, my heart was stole.
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