no one can say what happens in the future
because they told me i'd meet new people (to forget you)
because they told me i'd move on (to forget you)
because they told me i'd marry someone else (they were right)
because they told me i'd be broken and hurt and stained (they were right)
but here i am, broken and hurt and stained,
and in my clasped, unstained hand,
my tears pool into prayers filled of
goodness and wealth and health and joy
for you and yours
(i hope i'll fill that space
you eventually call yours)