Wading Out of Love
A break, a chat, then another conversation.
Tears, words, and comfortable moments of silence.
Still sad but kind and gentle this time.
He can't be where he's not.
I can't sell myself short.
My heart still loves.
But my spirit believes that the Universe has other plans.
I thought this man was walking beside me...a partner on the same path.
Nope.
I loved and learned and learned to love...better than before.
I want to trust that, when I love again, it will be better still.
My love will be received at full volume.
I will be able to make beautiful music with another loud heart.
But not yet.
Now, we share a long hug and the grieving begins.
A break, a chat, then another conversation.
Tears, words, and comfortable moments of silence.
Still sad but kind and gentle this time.
He can't be where he's not.
I can't sell myself short.
My heart still loves.
But my spirit believes that the Universe has other plans.
I thought this man was walking beside me...a partner on the same path.
Nope.
I loved and learned and learned to love...better than before.
I want to trust that, when I love again, it will be better still.
My love will be received at full volume.
I will be able to make beautiful music with another loud heart.
But not yet.
Now, we share a long hug and the grieving begins.
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