Widower
Beneath forced composure
boils agony of fresh loss.
She cannot be gone.
I cannot go on.
Beneath agony lie memories,
sweet as a kiss on a narrow bridge.
She cannot be gone.
I cannot go on.
Beneath memories lie pain.
that only memories remain..
She cannot be gone.
I cannot go on.
At the heart of all the hurt
lies love, always only love.
She is and is not gone.
The only way is on.
A poem filled with deep feeling. Yes, the only way is on.....
ReplyDeleteSo much pain in this one--and it feels very real here. I do like the direction at the end, with the only way ahead being to go on.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you, Victoria. Your pain is palpable here. The pain that is universal and so personal. Hugs.
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