WHAT SPACE

What space does God or someone put between two thoughts inside here

What’s making it appear between two parts of someone’s life fear

Some kindly force is placed and thus dilutes two sections best

So we can think in separate and think thoughts in much pain less

What rearing or instinctive way regrets it's very presence

That one could think outside oneself and pain be felt in the past tense

Some mental blunted plan to help avoid the first day’s feeling

Still haunted everyday to keep the first day’s pain unheeding

For somehow less is felt about one’s merit when it is practiced

To implement the planned approach to make us feel less active

And stunt the painful feeling by omitting day one’s impact

Commit to holding pain in some internal psychic abstract

For those who all are left behind make daily mental choices

Survive as days go by or hasten hearing mournful voices

But space appears between and lets us separate in two

And makes some clearer choice create what mourning losers do

Is there no deeper love but taking on that first day’s pain

And carry it forever making days feel all the same

And sacrifice the notion to continued daily growth

And let the thoughts of loss become the feelings we need most

Some gift is passed to us or is inherent from thee

A space between the pain of then and what tomorrow's see

For we continue on and must find grace you freely give

And not believe pained feelings will be present as we live

But if a loss so close and sudden, suffered and so pained

Effecting close akin in equal measures unexplained

In haunted guilt that you should not let agony escape

Become a tribute to the one you hoped that you could shape

If time is said to cure it seems those suffering endure

And could it be that separate thoughts are needed to be cured

But still I feel the guilt of using separated spheres

Since on that day when we first heard, no separate thoughts appeared