Grieve for the loss of love
But never regret.
Each person comes into our lives
But for a season
To teach us something masterful.
Even if it is but how to endure the pain of loss.
Our tempestuous whims lead us to peril
So provocatively our hearts are ripped out
Left bleeding on the floor
Sweet carnage
Yet, these same wayward whims provide us with
The greatest joys in our lives.
The absence of these, therefore,
Would create our darkest hours.
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