I grieved the man I imagined,
until time revealed the man before me.
And what a mercy that was.
For the husband I pray for
would never ask honesty of me
while withholding it himself.
He would not leave my heart
knocking upon a bolted door.
Thus I do not mourn what was lost.
I give thanks
that what is meant for me
bears no resemblance to what I left behind.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
I grieved the man I imagined,
until time revealed the man before me.
And what a mercy that was.
For the husband I pray for
would never ask honesty of me
while withholding it himself.
He would not leave my heart
knocking upon a bolted door.
Thus I do not mourn what was lost.
I give thanks
that what is meant for me
bears no resemblance to what I left behind.
finally letting go 100% and never looking back