There’s a lot of
sad stuff
To get beyond if
you wanted
To live a life
that’s unhaunted
Coming and going’s
enough
Tough surrounded by
fluff
To ignore in the
passing
Like spurned upturned
lovers
Hearing songs from shore
Calling without promise
While whoever wherever
lights
Up like a star in a moonless night
Deaf and dumb to
process
The heart’s feeding
protocol
One morsel at a
time crumb
After crumb until psyche’s
fall
Is fast enough for
a run
At scaling its mindful
heights
And moving past the
sum
Of its daily lethal
delights
And all the sad to
overcome
When finally back at
home
To work the tiny tasks
of life
A cup of coffee with
my wife
Heartpain plenty of
her own
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