Poem: Over

Over

It was and now is not,
suddenly that is the truth instead,
the other way is over
and this is how it has become.
I do not know what I can say.
I wish it were another way,
wish the way it was before
was not gone.  It happened, though,
has occurred.  I do not think
it can return.  I hope it will,
but that is to be expected
when the change will hurt this much.

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