We Go On

How sweet the sorrow How deep the void We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us. With wishful eye is cast memory’s glance to those prints found falling forever behind, the spirit of their artist slowly fading from this earth as the winds of time swallow even our own mind’s memory of their placement. Gathered in our grief, huddled in our memories, recalling the joys, experiencing the heartache, sharing the load of all those who will somehow carry on, we proceed in reaffirmed certainty of our own impending fate, less in number aware of our solitude all the more alone yet better for having had a moment in which to share life's path together.