The days march on and oh, how I try to forget - in a world where forgetting just isn't possible - and oh, how I try to say... that this unfillable hole is just okay. And oh, how I try to look to beauty and hope and grace, all whilst I pray this gaping hole might yet go away.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
(Robert Frost)