Its been six years
Probably only a moment for you now
In the spectrum of life
without you
The grief has changed.
As many said it would.
I hated them for saying it.
When they said that I would heal
I wanted to curse them.
How can you heal if you do not desire another breath?
I hated them
and their polite sympathies.
In a better place?
At least you got this...
And the vultures that picked through your belongings to
find something to treasure more than they did you.
They did not know you.
Not like I knew you.
Useless lethargy of body and mind
I was willfully withering
Once an open wound that
anyone poured salt into
Then it was a scab that
everything could pique
But here is the coarse scar
tender at times
But not always so
beloved pretense
if I displace you with current things
Or Focus on something else.
Like something could eclipse you.
That was beautiful.
If I could hug you for that, I would, but distance prevents it. Take this as a mental/internt hug; knowing that while no one will ever love you the same way she did, you are still very much loved.
Dearheart,
Thestrength of grief attests to the strenght of love. Such a testament to the gift of her life in yours.
I love you.
Pat