fleeting… everything is fleeting
and all we have are but moments, embers or ashes of what was
yet as heavy as departure seems
we can either wallow in grief over what was
or choose to be grateful for what we
have been given
no matter how little
no matter how minuscule those moments were
we can choose
to be grateful
for those moments
when we shared a piece of us
and made peace with our uniqueness and differences
every ending doesn’t have to be
a bitter pill in the mouth
it can be sweet
when we choose
to make every moment
to give freely, truthfully, of ourselves
to another
no matter who
or what
or where
or why
we just be.
ancore! 