At loss second day

I'm far away from the ghosts of my youth but I'm haunted as I take respite in the city of my dreams
The peace of the air is familiar 
And the rest of the breeze soft
I'm trapped by greif in webs I cannot undue
I'm troubled by the pain of separation 
And the sting of unnatural consequences 
Penetrates more than my heart
There is no distance I can find myself in depression or despair I can resolve to heal myself in the heartbreak of waves that over time take away the memory of my losses
I hope