A seasonal goodbye
Is characterized
By only what has gone before:
Peace or happiness, or
Perhaps darkness reigned,
But then, only after,
Does action determine pain.
For there will be pain,
There always is, but
Afraid to feel any?
Then darkness has won, for
It means no time was taken,
And closure is forsaken.
But if memories were made
Silver and gold
Or rot and decay,
Then you will feel the pain
A savory frame
Of the person that stayed
In your heart of hearts,
Undying,
For all time,
So Uncharacterized
And yet, so Un-Replaced.
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