It is hard to fathom
\nwhere a year must plunge.
\nEvents must stretch
\nwith time and fate.
\nThe indestructible survives.
\nI stopped at the edge
\nof a place called life,
\nand met an inconvenient truth
\ncalled death, cutting grass.
\nNo special introduction.
\nThey say love happens
\njust like that,
\na fist hitting you inside,
\ncalamity or paradise.<\/p>\n
But this was not love
\nat its first sight,
\nbeing a veteran of that,
\nthis was quite literally
\na heart about to break,
\nand a profound resignation
\nthat a beat away
\nlove might be gone,
\nnot enough to have known
\nor lived,
\nexcept an answer to a prayer,
\nI\u2019ve given you love again.
\nFare thee well, my son.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is hard to fathom where a year must plunge. Events must stretch with time and fate. The indestructible survives. I stopped at the edge…<\/p>\n