Depressing Poem; Take One

anon the day begin anew and yet still, memories cling in the early morn dew. if it were not for the pain we stake is not is just a lesson found after the mistake? whence forth another found the glory of a sacrafical ground.... your hands cupped her face the wind blew a few stray hairs her memory about to be erased. summer comes and brings good tide the winter gone the fleeting glances of hatred hide. i wonder where now it was i lost you was when forgotten the time of joyful laughter and how? alas, it was never meant to be. you've had them all the while and i, ahh well, i've had me. xoxo Ellie J