The Tears of No Contrition, No Regret

It is to take a second look at that which might have been... and know it is an art of false pretense, that never will resolve the tragedy of loss, where fault is never owned, grief is ever there, and joy is emptied, dried and blown away. There is no secret substitute, no consolation waiting in the wings and it is fruitless to explain. Here the vast, majestic arches of the heavens stand in silence; their muted testimony firm and resolute. Some will brace themselves; this is enabling truth and must be faced. For me, most certainly. Perhaps for you? ~