frayed edges

frayed edges
tear away,
some things are destined
not to stay -
cherry blossoms,
buds of may,
friends that were,
strangers today -
they meet and smile
and then part ways
- unspoken 'byes
to better days -
perhaps for ever,
perhaps a phase,
life - it ceases not
to amaze.

nerves are tender,
heart is sore,
longing much
for days of yore,
lives in touch,
as once before,
warmth that was,
that is no more.
love dies, does it?
just as it grows,
surprising
when you least suppose.

but the more one lives,
the more one knows -
and so life goes,
and so life goes.