Chutes and Ladders

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”.