Love is still the answer

There is no point in going on
to what?
But eventually, as the wounds heal
you resign yourself to what is
you deny what once was
and return to healing places
you once knew together
remembering only the good...
Eventually you get over it
each in their own way
and you hope to find something,
someone, to replace your loss
You find friends and loved ones
are still there
still caring...
and he or she becomes as a dream
and you feel safe within your shell
your run from attachments
thinking you have found freedom,
but there's no room for dedication,
nor kindness, if you forget
that Love is still the answer

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