'different From Yesterday'

Day after day, endless, I walked away from your tomb, brokenhearted, melancholy, sorrowful and woebegone forlorn my life in bits, and pieces my steps faltering, halting and hesitating I wanted to die to be with you: under the cold white snow of winter, and the azure sun: I spent days, months, maybe a year desolate, like this but inside me a fire was burning brighter and stronger, then, one day I threw off my black cloak of grief I felt the sun, on my soul my steps now move to the notes of music I want to live to be happy: each day is a new day now for me, and life is wonderful: I still go visit your tomb, and it makes me weep but now, I leave the grief there and turn away. __________________________ March 16, 2017 Poetry/Free Verse/'Different From Yesterday Copyright Protected, ID 17-1008-690-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.