…”A false world ends in real debris” — Elder Olsen
Weep only that it must have happened,
not that it burned the day.
Sooner or later, best perhaps at first,
as all your close-held anger
singed that heart too often
and love went up in flames,
leaving the best we could gather;
ashes of a beauty that was.
There are two kinds of tears
and both have blessed this night
and seeded the honest day.