The tears are being shed, as the loss moves through her empty soul.
The void is physical, a hollowness in her belly, an ache in her heart.
Even when you know it’s right, saying goodbye to a lover is…
A month, a year, a decade of togetherness.
Memories made that promise to haunt, and she knows they surely will.
Even when you know it’s right, saying goodbye to a lover is…
This holiday he’s missing, one less gift given, one less received.
This holiday he’s with someone else, or alone, and he is missed.
Even when you know it’s right, saying goodbye to a lover is…
She thought, so often, I’m alive, I never want this to end.
She thought, so often, this isn’t working, it shouldn’t be this hard,
Even when you know it’s right, saying goodbye to a lover is…
Somehow wrong.
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I feel you here, Maggie. It comes through loud and clear. That hurt makes us feel adrift at sea, alone.
But we are not alone. We are never alone.
Merry Christmas:)
(And the painting is gorgeous, BTW)
A little lost for words, perhaps because the rowboat in which I find myself, has no oars.
Thank you, and yes, the painting is stunning. I was so happy to find it. Such talent.