What Was - Is Not

What is,

Is not necessarily

What will be.

 

Even though

We know

This day of loss

Will come;

We will not

Prepare.

 

Privation

Will fall on us

Unawares,

Like an unexpected

Thief in the night.

 

Relieving us

Of what was,

Regardless our denial

And our refusal.

 

In spite

Of tenacity,

Our fingers will

Slowly be pried away,

And we will let go

Against our will.

 

Our loss,

Difficult to bear,

We grieve.

 

Acceptance

Does not lessen

The lingering needs

Still yearning

Satisfaction.

 

An empty

Void remains,

When what was,

Is not.

 

Copyright 2013 by Layne S. Porter