The Dawn Has Seen Stranger Things

We all have our ways of holding on to hope;

we all have our ways of coming to terms with grief.

In the heat of June, you return to wherever you came from, and we reckon with the loss.

an estranged uncle claims to have seen you on a hike, close to death and far from home.

I swear I hear you in the flaps of a butterfly’s wings.

We all have our ways of holding on to hope;

we all have our ways of coming to terms with grief.

I bury the pain, but I’ll never bury the memories,

and I’ll leave things just as they were,

in case you return.

the dawn has seen stranger things.

We all have our ways of holding on to hope;

we all have our ways of coming to terms with grief.

It stays beside me like a friend,

maybe it knows me better than anyone ever could.

it tells me at the end,

“We all have our ways of holding on to hope;

we all have our ways of coming to terms with grief.”