At Sorrow's End

Tue Apr 14 2020

At the end of the road, say that you will remember me not as I was but as what I could have been, with glowing earthy eyes and a chocolate silhouette. But at sorrow's end, when the years have passed and the same water may flow through streams newly forged, decide that you will approach me as I am. I dream of labradors, and I dream of three. But the saddest song I keep to myself.