To Love Once More

Oh, that is so hard,

to love once more,

when love has escaped,

gone into the shadows,

and refusing to feel the heat,

the ever-constant light of the sun,

shining down upon such emotion unbridled,

unfurled, so open,

so raw, yet so honest,

so bare … so noble.

But that is for the young,

the strong, the daring,

the brave and relentless.

Once upon a time,

that was me.

Now ever old, slow,

and in the end,

without much hope

to find or rekindle that word:

love.

It is buried and lives in shadows.

The young have no idea what awaits them.

How sad.

How utterly sad.