I’m in love with something dead, in my head….
I convinced myself on bookshelves I wasn’t
in love on golf clubs, but, yes, after you passed,
cast aside, hard, cold, crumbled in ash, my
heart stashed, this was the final good bye
to souls lost, found on the other side, dyed
in smudges and judges, my only hope
for you is that you find a different
heart from the start, a Valentine to
drape you in red, to open up that
box, and you let HER in just because
she wasn’t me, never was, and now
I know because I let you go…….
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,
wondering what you are thinking….when my heart
is breaking…..
You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk
to trees to those who believed….
Strolling in purple fields laughing at the
wind, your twin….
Your spirit remains, contains in the end,
where you blend….whispering in the trees
that carry your breeze….
*I wrote this poem when my husband passed that was
also featured in his service. I dedicate this poem with
my heart and soul to all that he was*
Photo credited to Pinterest
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