“La tristesse durera toujours.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
Dr. Gachet, Wikipedia
The sadness will not ever go away.
It may not cut like razors in the wrists,
Yet like the black hole ghosts of yesterday
The stain will linger. Like those haunting mists
Of midnights that we call our memories,
The dullness and the ache, the wraith-like pain
Inhabits our subconscious like disease.
This sorrow does not come to us again,
Because it never leaves. It is a weed
As durable as death, though dressed up like
A healing herb sometimes. Its only need–
Its purpose–is to be a nettle spike.
..Its pale roots know no permanence apart
From you. They grow, acknowledged in your heart.