We Have Ourselves Still Intact Through These Years Poem by RIC BASTASA

she was adamant
confused
what good is left
what reason to keep
her alive

it is dawn
the world is still silent
there is no
light yet outside
the window
there is no moon
no sun

i caress her hair
'my dear
when did the bad
ever triumph
over the good? '

have hope
keep the courage
trust God
believe in you

and then we kiss
sorrow goodbye
and then we keep
peace in our hearts

what do we have?
we have ourselves
still intact through
these years