There may be no answers, no closure to have.
There may be no comfort, way to understand.
It may seem senseless, and random to boot,
Fickle redemption, as kind as its cruel.
You may feel angry, frustrated, dismayed.
Commiserations, the past cannot change.
Soon in the future, there will be peace.
Self love, acceptance — serenity.
Soon in the future, we will connect.
It may not be perfect — what ever is?
Soon in the future, we’ll forgive the past,
Cause maybe sooner, we’ll lose our chance.
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