You carved our name into the wood,
our initials are still where they once stood,
but where are you? Where did you Go?
Life gave hope, then death took a blow.
I have searched in a hopeless quest,
to capture again, what was once the best.
I take umbrage from those careless words
Tis better to have loved and lost? Totally absurd.
Whatever intricate patterns
by Fate and her associate slatterns,
my future destiny has unfurled,
This will remain an Imperfect world.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/January/2019