Finality's infinity
 

To be true,
there's never
a right moment
for this sort of grief,
seldom ever
the right good bye,
life can heal
but never remove
these scars
they're too deep
too close too soon
too final and
too much for now,
but, after all
there was sunshine
before those storms
flowers and warming hands
dew drops to singing tui,
love, seemed so around,
now and only just,
just again,
there’s warm days
storm days gray days
fair days and light,
sunshine some days
and sunshine some nights,
warm smiles warm eyes
living and life,
all different from yesterdays
for the rest of all whiles,
such a sad and beautiful World.