I need to mourn
for what it was
and can never, never
be again.
The unmet needs,
the cold arms,
the empty souls
so full of need
themselves.
Beings that couldn't
give what I so much longed,
and that they themselves
were so much in need.
And in this mourning
the acceptance will come,
the search will end,
this never ending search,
for what it was
and is no more.
And I'll mourn
and woe and grief
my companions will be...
for a while.
And in the mourning
I will be healed.
And with the healing
peace will come
and I'll be made whole.
mcr
