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?