He thinks about the sweet loves of his life;
alongside him are the living and dead kin.
They come and go about the day with him.
Some have finally forgiven him the strife.

Some might say he dwells too much on guilt
and that such dwelling is a waste of time.
His loves say that each moment is just fine
to appreciate as life does swiftly wilt.

And so he breathes deeply of love’s sweet scent
embracing the moment as heaven-sent.


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