Oxymoronic

A day of great joy
and yet great sorrow
for those who are gone do not return
whence their fortunes lead them

Momentous occasions
rippling happiness
but underneath it all
shrouded in melancholia

Time moves but one way
what is done cannot be undone
try as we might
regret, we, however much

Circumstances...situations
hide cruelly behind corners
in confusing, labyrinthine walks
jumping out in triumphant irony at unaware us

Selfless, I try to be
and yet my heart aches
for that which is lost
cannot ever be regained

But there is hope
there always is
a new life, a new beginning
awaits us all

So let us tuck away the past
in a corner, wrapped in fragrant lavender
to look at and smile, once in a while
but never to dwell on