WinterredA loss is the past

A loss is the past
The present no longer presenting
Feelings lacking venting
Stuck in what we know

No real place
A weight no longer there
Replaced by tears and wear
Nowhere left to go

Memories alight
Fractions of perfection
A dance with deep direction
More than one can chew

Sadness drops
Moving to a smile
Maybe in a while
Something nice to do