Continued

Nothing will be the same as it was,
even enjoying the same things
won’t be the same. Our sorrows
will differ one from the other and we
will differ one from the other in our worries.


And nothing will be the same as it was,
nothing at all. Simple thoughts will sound
different, newer, since they’ll be more simply, more newly
spoken. The heart will know how to open up and love
won’t be love anymore. Everything will change.


Nothing will be the same as it was
and that too will be new somehow, since after all, 
before, things could be similar: morning,
the rest of the day, evening and night, but not now.