Lost Can Mend? Poem by Delilah Miller
Lost Can Mend?
After it’s all over,
and I have lost;
did not end up with the item I treasured
or the boy I wanted the most,
My life goes on.
Doesn’t it?
I hear the birds and I wake to their songs?
Don’t I?
And people are anywhere I walk along.
Aren’t they?
Did I hurt my chances?
Wasn’t it the end?
Did I miss his comment, or the not-so-subtle glances?
Or could it be that lost can mend?
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8/28/2026 9:17:48 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Could it be that lost can mend... what an excellent thought... a fine write