The Body of Love Never Returns From Death

 

Aching for that loved-one who never can return.
Awaiting the impossible in this finite realm.

"Life is whatever you wish it to be."
Yeah. You bet. Tell that to the parents whose child has
                          died.
         ( "Positive thinking" and all that crap.)

A world full of dopey'assed platitudes (and hallmark cookie
cut 'condolences') are ever at the ready to come your
               way, to "make your day", and then'some.

Limpid sentiment does nothing to "ease the pain".

Bless ye.  But you have to "be there" to "get it" and
                     know it and ride it's devastating tidal
               wave to your own bless'ed death.

I'm sure you'd "handle it" better than I do.
But that's your problem.

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