Gone!

Clinching, grabbing, withholding with fear,

Fear to lose, to be gone forever;

But unpredictable time being weapon to shear,

Shear hopes, dreams and emotional sphere.

Pulling back with trembling hands,

Hands that held it once with pride;

To retrieve in a flash, wish to have magical wands,

Wands are in real fortitude that is tied.

Let each drop of tear make a beautiful river,

River to swim across the other side,

Where lands are greener, calmness shadowing shiver,

Shiver this time as a defense against painful chills that bide.

Open fist and let memories too fly,

Fly far away with what is gone;

What happens, happens for good is never a lie,

Lie is to believe it as a catastrophe and mourn.