Hope Springs Eternal

Each poem became a love letter,

delicately crafted through blood and tears,

laughter and fears

Each word carefully hand-picked,

painstakingly writ

Love by the sea

I was terrified of my love
Scared it would never go away,
afraid it would start to decay

so

I set my love adrift,
on a raft flimsily built,
and I don't know if it'll survive
the roughness of the tides

New beginnings

And you know there's no point
in recriminations
and justifications

and

obsessing over
the ramifications,
and pontificating
over the sad truth of it all
The past dwells in the past
(and there it should remain)