A fat pigeon
The bearded man at the coffee house
A woman riding her bicycle
The efficient clerk at his window
The two raccoons under the house
Suffer their particular pain. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course they do.
The question now isn\u2019t who\u2019s hurting
Or how much
(Though those questions could use
An accounting).
But what to do <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With our heartbreak
Our loss
The clicked lock of the past
That makes every mistake a fact
Every deed done irrevocable
And harsh <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like a slap
A severing into cause and consequences?
Having said that and done that
And paying the price
For a careless purchase
We would return but cannot.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, nothing to do, but,
Claim the pain.\u00a0
Admit the loss.
Feel your heart ripped
And don\u2019t attempt to sew
Tears that can\u2019t be mended. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leave the past its miseries.
There is no happiness there.
No more.\u00a0 Nor any healing.
Comfort waits tomorrow
With gains to replace your losses.
And a new heart. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"