Two years have taken away ten
and I wonder if we can get those back again.
So much lost in two year’s time
a life, a mind…
All that was
now left behind
stored away in a memory box
left in a dark corner gathering dust
And like the rivers that cut canyons,
tears have worn creases into once fresh skin
carving a story of a difficult season
that stole away hope and youth
But as winter turns to spring
we are left to wonder
how much, if anything, can be restored?