Never, is there a

time and place

to replace,

that which is lost.

Naught is the

spot to look

for that which

was mistook.

No more, is the

area we canvas

for that which

can’t be fixed.

Nothing, is the

void, where we stash

all we once

held close.

No chance, is what we

give the memories,

that continue to

rise, to the surface.

They keep coming back,

over and over,

back from the nothingness,

again, and again……

Emerging from nowhere,

Contradicting never,

Scoffing at nothingness,

And ignoring the odds.

A beacon in darkness.

A warmth in nothingness.

Hope, in abject bleakness.

Confidence, in world of unsure bets.

TRUE LOVE DOES EXIST.

Humbly yours,

J