Saddest when happiness has been here

I hear grief whisper in my ear,

"yes, you have much, but used to have more,"

and I follow my grief out the half-closed door.

Darkest when just now the light has been

glowing the world with a warming sheen,

shadows gather and welcome me in

and all I remember is what could have been.

Lamest just after a joyful leap,

tiredest after a restful sleep,

silence and pain where the sweet music played,

absence where love's hand of healing was laid.