To Fran, With Hope


Ah, these pains

Do tear

An already broken heart

And the wounds

Deepen by the second

Ah, these pains

Drown the goodness

Fake the smiles

Ah, these pains

Are rooms for change

And anew mystery

Too, these pains

Make us wanna hug people

And tell them they are not alone-

That we’ve been there

Or probably worse;

So hold on, dear

Rainbows appear only after the storm

Mornings dawn following a dark night

These pains end in time

And it’s all going to be better.



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