There's beauty in the sorrow....though at the moment it's incredibly hard to find
The peace required to reconcile both heart & mind
I tell myself I should have known better...
Better than to hope? To dream? To imagine?
To move beyond the barriers between my corner of the world & the anterroom of his
It's easy to pretend that the hurt is joy 
or that sorrow is a friend but reality belies such words
Truth is we've hurt each other with all the words we neglected to say 
& silence of what lay unspoken became too heavy a load to bare
The burden of separate togetherness could only end as it has
So as I mourn the thing that was...
I smile at beauty in the sorrow for beyond the tears 
& memories awaits the promise of a better tomorrow