toss a penny to a wishing well
reset the day
resting under the sun
with the same blush
searching for the warmth from the past
yet it’s not at all the same
the ripple of life
transforms and abides
the sword as my weapon
to guard me against new heartache
no one will ever compare
you will always be the one
who painted my heart in gold and red
that i will never forgo
and i don’t want to lose the good days
forget the bad
isn’t that what it’s all about
forgiveness and letting go
to the future, i march on
with you
without you
all the same

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad