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February 28, 2014
I see sadness fall upon you
like a gossamer shroud.
I know to keep my distance
and not raise my voice too loud.
I let you have your moment
in the world that might have been.
Acknowledging all the trauma
of a future never seen.
I hang around in case you need me,
( and invariably, you do.)
until the sadness that surrounds you
melts away like morning dew.
The mood swings come without warning.
I guess it’s just natures way.
We all often feel their presence
at some point of the day.
It’s just knowing how to cope,
and which way to turn the key.
There isn’t any set pattern,
to the length of time, that sad you be.
(Sadness can hit us all like a boulder,
when we hear a line from a song,
that takes us back to the time,
we have cherished all life long.)
No words are ever needed,
for eyes say, ‘I understand’,
and the offer is accepted,
of a welcome, outstretched hand.
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