New Year
There is but one regret:
Seeing you cry as you walked away,
Never to see you again this year.
Why should a new year
Hurt like a gun,
Aimed but not fired?
Why does love seemingly have to hurt?
Can’t we all live in peace,
With no separations,
Not even for such a happy holiday
As Christmas is, nay,
Christmas is not happy, not for those
Whose hearts were broken
On the very day
That they are replenished
With His spirit and theirs.
Can love be kinder
To those who have suffered
At its hands?
Could it be possible
To love without harm?
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2016
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