How to live when half your sky goes gray,
When the sun dips low, and stays that way?
Thirty-five years, a love so deep,
Now only silence, secrets to keep.
Like air you breathed, a constant song,
Now just an absence, terribly long.
How to wake up, face the light,
When all feels wrong, and nothing feels right?
No easy words, no magic cure,
Just an empty space, you must endure.
The language lost, the laughter gone,
A heart that's broken, carries on.
Life waits, it watches, knows your pain,
Lets time flow by, like gentle rain.
The thunder fades, the storm subsides,
And memories soften, gentle tides.
How to start, how to begin,
When everything feels, broken within?
You do not force it, you do not pretend,
That all is well, right to the end.
You breathe each hour, one by one,
Until a new day, has begun.
Old photographs, a shared embrace,
A familiar scent, in this lonely place.
Grieve without shame, let tears flow free,
Release the sorrow, honestly.
Build little things, a simple treat,
A morning coffee, oh so sweet.
A walk in nature, calm and slow,
A whispered prayer, for where to go.
A favorite song, a gentle sound,
Life still exists, all around.
You are still here, you still remain,
Though darkness lingers, through the pain.
How to love again, a whispered plea,
Is there a future, still for me?
Not to erase, what once was true,
The love you shared, the life you knew.
But widen your heart, let it expand,
To hold the memories, hand in hand.
Thirty-five years, cannot be replaced,
But fertile ground, cannot be erased.
Let old love be, the nourishing soil,
From which new kindness, can recoil.
The next love comes, it won't be the same,
A different rhythm, a different flame.
Slower, gentler, soft and mild,
A new connection, strong and wild.
How to move on, you ask with dread,
Do not try to rush, do not leave unsaid,
The things you feel, the things you hide,
Just let your spirit, gently glide.
Ripen slowly, like fruit on the vine,
Let healing happen, over time.
One day you will notice, the sharp edge gone,
The pain has softened, with the dawn.
The echo warms, instead of wounds,
Love never left, it just confounds.
It changed its name, it took new flight,
And fills your world, with softer light.
I still love you ๐