Cold Peace

When the day is over... all is peace.
The empty peace of absence.
The sun is missed, the joy not enjoyed
all that which will never be again
all that is wasted has slipped too far astern
born on a current of unstoppable time.

All that we cast aside, was perhaps the best we should have known.
All that was forgotten was perhaps the greatest gifts presented us.
All that we overlooked was perhaps the point of it all.

Not justice.
Not understanding.
Not justification.
Not recognition.
Not accomplishment.
Not fulfillment.
Not thanks.
Not any "thing" at all...


only


Love.