Glad

Sad that you suffered

Glad that you suffered

The paradoxical depths

of the meaning-highs

Across the ocean

Across the sky

Guess its an art to try

Hold the thoughts

As the day goes by

I am glad you suffered

Made it out alive

At the end of it all

Maybe we even know why

And it all justifies

A Sunday morning sky

November could do worse

With the rain pouring on

Unheard cries.

-Al