not the summer solstice (Chris tries to comfort a grieving friend)

for Ashton

It has been the longest day
Though it's not the summer solstice
Grief that makes the heart decay
To which words hardly do justice

Fortune has the saddest way
Of bringing sorrow to all
But sweet love forever will stay
Hold on tight and never fall

I meant to finish this poem much sooner, on The Day. But I suppose late is better than never.