Ode to Pablo
Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
But I won't. The churn in the heart
Isn't the prophesy of loss.
Nothing's ever lost, between
The arms that never held
Anything but discontent
Or longing; nothing's ever lost
In the fallacy of ignorance
And shame; in knowing
That there is a bridge that
Ties the water to the land.
Some flow to reach the land,
Others stand still and watch the
Ripples emerge and disappear.
Nothing's ever lost in tearing your heart
Open only to see you were never alone.
Even the cold snow must fall somewhere,
Harsh stone or warm hands.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
But I won't.
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