This is me calling a conference:
Gather the broken hearts and let's start a fire.
Let's start a camp fire and sit around it.
Sit around it and account for our broken hearts.
Sit around it and curse the dears ones who broke our hearts.
Sit around it and say they do not matter
While all the while wanting them back.
Let's make a camp fire to keep warm.
If the dear ones we lost were here
They would have warmed us
With hugs and cuddles.
But now let's gather the debris of our broken hearts
And make a blue camp fire
And compose pastorals to our dear ones.
And wish to keep warm from blue flames.
Then at the end of the conference
We shall all shamelessly weep
Over one another's shoulders
Like saucy school boys.
And douse the flames
With our tears.