What do you do with time
We shared, when we are no longer we
Those memories of us, photos of us
Places we went together
Time when we shared when we were we
How does an individual repair trust?
Broken trust, broken heart
What does an individual do with broken love
Innocence lost, admiring, trusting innocence
Echoes of expulsion from the Garden
I can hear blues even in The Ode to Joy
Guess I won’t be happy for a while
There is redemption with God,
Peace in religious systems
If feeling better isn’t cheating
I try not to get mad at everybody
They have done nothing to me
But from this place, place of downcast dour
I can’t find equanimity, the civil speech
I must maintain with everybody
And so I wait in the darkness
Without hope, for hope would be for the wrong thing
Without will, for desire would be misplaced
There is only the waiting and the darkness
Which shall be the darkness of God
David Fekete 