Suave

Little trinkets of things dear dissipate away in the unassuming array of mundanity.

I wonder of what was, and what it is now,

the pang of hurt ingrained, unmistakable.

What went wrong, where?

I wonder of what was, and what it is now,

the amazement and sweetness of it all.

How did we end up here, and when?

In all of the losses, may I never lose Thee.