Maybe this phase
Will soon dwindle
Since they say
Such pain is expected
After traumas like ours
Have proved nothing
But how time itself
Doesn’t heal

When warnings alone
Can’t prepare
Every single heart
From that damage
Which comes so fast
Upon hearing
That an illness looms
Overhead

Still stealing this hope
Out of morning
Through clouding blue skies
Despite trying
More failed attempts
At pretending
Some light remains
Close enough

If perhaps
We can figure things out
Merely wishing today
Held real sunshine
While raindrops crash
Against windows
Only you and me
Can now see

Where each empty wish
Demands sadness
Be put aside
For fake smiles
Just shown near those
Still believing
How normalcy waits
Soon beyond

What forever fate
God has written
Though His characters
Always will suffer
Whether good or bad
In their outcomes
Knowing innocence
Cannot return.

• J. Pigno