That nothing was beautiful anymore, ‘cuz he went away, and the promises you made, crashed out the door? I wouldn’t know how that hurts, but this is for sure, you are still so beautiful, like life, waiting outside, maybe miles from here, I don’t know..
but who knows all, uh Mona? Tell me ? Do we have the right to let go ?
This could sound easier to say than feel,on a day like this when everyone else is making pretty memories, yet one thing never dies,like the skies, like the tears in a baby’s eyes, bitter-sweet, yet more than these, there is a fact, the powered prayer of broken knees, life is not just beautiful, there is more.