start over and over and over again
each time a bit diminished
after every ending
certain now it's finished
but begin again - more wary,
less hopeful and less trusting
enthusiasm oft too false
while temperaments adjusting
but if the next is musical
not a lyric will I believe
if love songs pour from every door
having once been so deceived
and if with honeyed word he swears
that his recalcitrance
has nought to do with me,
this time, I'll see more sense
I'll wear my hope but lightly
and hide away my fears
devoid of all my joy
but also shedding no more tears
what are the other options
when you've been left behind
you either get on with your life
or you get on with your dying
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