To Move On

All those times you’d been together
not holding onto you, sticking with you,
how after all this can laughter heal you, ever
come from sorrow’s grasping hand, when
incomprehensible love’s detached attachment
leaves it too hard to breathe, time grown to stone,
night’s clutching so long to long, but then,
then at long last the lightening dawn comes,
comes the first of many smiles flashed for sunshine
breaking through the hard black wall of darkness 
beyond where laughter lives and touches you,
awakes you to all of morning’s infinite possibility
so long lost in lengthy night’s impossibility
after any loved one has gone, I believe it will.