I remember when life was
beautiful and alive and free
and I stared at the clouds
as a guide to my day
(You were up there).
How clouds are pleasing
to the eye, but not to the soul.
(Are You up there?)
I love my fervor,
my passion,
the God and the dad
that I knew so well
three months ago
on the living room floor.
How could this happen?
If only I could change the past
to be guided by the clouds again.
We can never change the past, try as we might, but we can change the future based no how we think of the past. I am sorry for your loss...
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