The heart beats with a different rhythm for a while.
What filled the head with hope and dreams just yesterday,
Has changed, in a flash of fire, to confusing gray,
Expectation is swallowed in confining fog
And tears distort everything but persistent sorrow.
While this, in time, will pass,
The memory will stay.
The way forward is, for a while, more guarded,
Until the rhythm of the heart’s restored.