the world

the world knows the grief i carry, how i struggled against the fate i could never escape. the world knows the sorrow i bear, how i keep choosing to let go of the very things i long for. the world knows, and so does the God who created it, how i prayed for time and fate to be on our side. that there might be an us. yet this, too, is known by the world, and by the universe that surrounds it. my love, i have lost... -sp