black and white

Well Grandma, I guess you are right,
with your wisdom of the ages.

I should not mail this package,
that would signify our end,
and my point of no return,

because not all things are black and white,
though I sometimes make them be,
in the ways of my mind,
so neat and proper
with a place for everything,
and everything in it’s place.

For there is a place for me,
that I not in be,
and may never be again,

but this hope, I can’t give up,
for she means that much to me,
and I still love her so deep,
in a love without end,
unconditionally.

I’m sorry that the words come so hard,
as they surrender to these tears,
and I didn’t mean to bring pain to you,
as you watch me fall apart once more,

but it was your ears I need to hear me,
and the wisdom of your heart,
the angelic place,
where who I am,
got it’s start.

Thanks for crying a little with me,
and I know in time we will see,
if she comes back, it was meant to be,

but if she can’t, I hope I’ll know,
and in that time just let it go,
if I can find that way.