I write with tears today,
lost in a sea of controversy,
not a pity ride,
just confusion,
while the world changes around us,
my primary need,
my yearn,
my hope for peace,
exists in the eyes of a woman
I once loved,
and then we loved again,
and now departed souls,
to the onlooker,
we don’t always see what we believe,
yet
inside my internalized melancholy,
I see what I cannot,
and the fear is rampant.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020