Why can't we do more than remember--
Why can't we bring them back?
Just like a burned ashen ember...
When the fire's gone, unbearably, all is black.
Wondering why, incurably, we're so forlorn
A reason's hidden in a melancholy song
Heard through our heartstrings all along
Mellifluously, all the seasons before we're born.
We're here, elegantly, for a brief time
Nobly in grief, seeking what's sublime
But why on earth... who really knows?
That's just the way, mysteriously, it goes.
Why can't we do more than remember--
Why can't they never ever return?
To every January and to every December
Exquisitely, our lonely hearts will burn...
~Dr.M
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