When the grief comes back
I cannot just ignore it,
like I do with some things.
All I can do is try to stay out of its way.

I think of it as a train,
with brakes that don't care
if they stop the loaded cars
full of our dreams and the essence of you
we shared under the same stars.

The captive tracks
were laid out by you long ago,
a virtuoso of some note,
along the path of who you were.

Oh, you ask what I would do.
They haven’t imagined.
Of the hell I would walk through

I will be your rock.
Even if I feel like
The last drop of sand
In the hourglass.

Some nights I doubt.
The sun will rise.
Tears became citizens.
In my troubled eyes

I wish I could drink your pain.
Even it led to my end.
At least you would be okay.

Misery may be around you.
I promise she is not here to stay.
I bought her a ticket to a distant galaxy.

Do you see that girl, on the floor near the door?
The one with the curls, looks like a whore and no more.
She’s all out of luck, but still never gives up.
She’s down in the dumps, and in this town, she confronts
Judgement like rain, on her parade it down pours
But if you knew who this girl was, all the things she has been through
Then maybe you’d stay and help the sky turn to blue.
She needs some sun in her life, she has a son, she’s a wife
But the system’s a cistern, she lost all it’s a crime.

Don't comment
they don't want with you to cement
it's costly
expensive hobby
but in actual fact they really are shabby
kn=ow damn all of what is poetry

Waiting for AI poems may be
then say

See AI is not really emotionally
ony high flown words are coined
it's like dits and dots joined
they will enjoy and say
cee I created it with my
blown up AI