I am once again mourning the loss of 
What Could Have Been.

I have already gone through the grieving process of What Was
the death knell had been knocking, 
knocking
knocking

and not quietly at that

there were moments when I thought perhaps we would pull through
the odd flickers of burgeoning life
peaking through the sickly nights
maybe we were not terminal
perhaps there was a chance
we could make it
we WOULD make it

a passing 
dwindling
hope
as we continued the road
to expiration

the optimism of idealists
is the first bloom of 
false spring
when it is still clearly winter

As our pulse faded
our breath slowing
to make way
for the 
Death Rattle...

My tears had long since dried
The Acceptance,
a soothing balm
after the 
initial shock,
the frustration fueled discussions
that circled
circled 
circled
until they collapsed us into
a depressive heap,
the bargaining
for another day
another way
another chance...

The End was ultimately
The End.

I am comfortable with our passing.
Now I grieve for all
we will never be. 

It is a second excruciating death
Far worse
Than the first.