There are different kinds of animals
And different kinds of plants.
There are different kinds of ice cream.
And different kinds of ants.
There are different kinds of yoga
And different kinds of clothes.
There are different kinds of hair cuts.
I’m in desperate need of one of those.
There are different colors.
There are different emotions.
There are different sports.
There are different potions.
Different religions and different clouds.
Different opinions and different crowds.
There’s love for a parent.
There’s love for a book.
Love for a butterfly
And love for a crook.
There’s love for a partner.
Love for a cat.
There’s love for potato chips.
I can attest to that.
All these colors
Of all this love
Are everywhere around us
Both below and above.
But when we lose a love
With all the beauty it brought,
Our heart takes the hit
And is tied in a knot.
No tricks or gimmicks
Can take the heartbreak away.
Only the passing of time
Can help with that, they say.
Chutes and ladders
Is what the world is made of
So it only makes sense that
“Grief is the price we pay for love”.
