How many loves have not come to fruition
The longing
Constrained by timing and circumstance
A held breath
A glance not taken
A kiss withheld
For centuries stifled loves
Anguish
Memories not made
Compounding into regret and anger and sadness
How simple we could make it all
If we chose love as the guiding light
What catastrophes we could avoid
The light would flourish instead of the dark
We’d grow strong with ever replenishing kindness
Acceptance
Warmth
When will we stop losing love
When is enough enough
