There is truth in what they say
about Time being a healer.
I resisted his attempts
at mending my heart,
wanting to feel the sharp ache,
thinking that if it became dull
I would lose the outline of your smile,
the fullness of your laugh,
the intensity of your eyes.
But he caught me sleeping at my post
and crept in with iodine and plasters.
Somehow the pain has mellowed
like a rich Merlot
and is lined with a soft sweetness —
the gentle reminder of your love,
the resounding echo of your voice:
“Courage, comrade.
Fix your gaze on the author
and run with steadfastness
the course marked out for you.”
And so I run,
encouraged by your witness,
surrounded by a great cloud.
But as I run,
I recall our synchronised gait
and I miss you
all over
again.
Sep 14, 2016 @ 00:42:29
Beautiful poem. Love the underlying message 🙂
Sep 14, 2016 @ 05:24:11
Thanks, Mandi! ❤️
Sep 14, 2016 @ 02:34:52
(((HUGS))) my friend. Great poem!
Sep 14, 2016 @ 05:24:33
Thank you!!! ❤️
Sep 14, 2016 @ 05:27:46
You are welcome my friend!
Sep 14, 2016 @ 06:06:05
Awww … the end really got me. A surprising and poignant twist. I also like that time sneaks in with such old-fashioned healing tools.
Sep 14, 2016 @ 15:51:57
Thanks for reading! It’s difficult losing someone when the departure is sudden and unexpected. At the time I think, “It’ll hurt forever.”