Grief and Consolation || Love is the Potion

Today, I thought if I could

Travel to the past and change anything

Then, if I would, or not, and why.

To save a life?

To warn myself and live those events twice?

I don’t think I could—again—

Have the strength to bear the pain

Knowing in the foreseen end

Nothing might change.

What can be gained when so much is lost?

Some deep persuasion tells me

I can’t keep anyone here

Unless God wills. That would be

Infinite life in finite hands

Like an ocean in a pinch of dry sand.

Content then, to wait and ache

Careful not to leave regret

Knowing pain means I’m awake

And joy won’t end. But re-begin

When love and life, once lost, rise up again.