hopeful hearts

I'll keep the windows open if not for the chimes and the winds Not entailing the offtones again So as to welcome whatever begins "are you taking screenshots?" The memory would ask Recalling the sweetness of love And all that has gone past I'm too tired. Not because It's 2 a.m. And haven't slept. Wandering souls don't pause In wishing what they'd have kept. Love found, love lost, being routine But only through loving, begins The healing.