As my heart sits so silently as if it were under a willow tree

I think quitely, and weep somely

as when I was awaken so abruptly

The loud yells and the tears stream from my mothers face

A memory is all I taste, a fond one of him, and all I can do is sit in place

there is no turning back, no more ways to say I love you and see a smile.

but there is joy in my heart knowing it was said,

that it was felt and knowing it was not just in my head

I think of ways to have rememberence, to have a place in my heart is to have a place in in my skin

I rest but not quitely no more, I put my heart on the line and wait anticipating the quake where I may love again

There is only beuaty in what you allow, no one is perfect

but someone is all ways just right at some point

You may laps and remember past depressions

where you may think, but do not give off even a wink in their direction

No one know what could happen if you tried

not even until the day you died, so why not put forth effort into affection

I start again, but this will not be the last

I accept the sadness that will come and the happiness that will follow

You must remember, that it's not only in decemeber when the snow will swallow the world.