It started as just a hint at the edge of the eye
A feeling that there is something more to come
Most wouldn’t even notice the pause you take
Or the small swipe of your cheek with your thumb.
But thoughts have a way of reaching deep inside
Bringing forth emotions that we thought subdued
It might be triggered by a word, a color or a scent
Maybe even by a picture or an email you viewed.
Once such a thought works its way into your mind
As you start to remember the good, even the bad
You can try as you might to turn your thought away
Still seems to bring back all the memories you had.
They say time can heal the various wounds we feel
No reason to give way to sorrow or have any fear
Life goes on, we just have to choose the right path
So lift up your head, stand tall, wipe away that tear.