It’s like a dream, a fog, a mist; a production of which I observed.

The memories are sad, some filled with hope, others bitter and yet blurred.

So much occurred at once, the loss of dreams, family, and pets

The shattered hopes, the yet to come, unvoiced emotions leaving regrets.

Time has a way of dulling ache, of obfuscating the pain.

Joyful memories seep into the wound and scars of the damage remain.

Like a wound on the body, the hearts wound will heal,

With remnants of the injury that threatened your hope to steal.

Yet hope remains eternal where love once used to thrive,

The seed planted from relationships will always be alive.