How could it possibly be worse?
This grief is fresh cut, like hay in famine
Time is simple the running sea, unmarked, eternal and of no matter
Who on earth does he think he is?
But no answer will come
Oh, I had been so happy
But then we dared love
Dared it to erase us, to pretend this earthly life was all
Was that not the way it should be?
I only have to stop thinking and believe.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Another poem, by Pam, sometime during Season 3.
Chapter End Notes:
Is the poetry thing working out?
