When you lose your love, who made you laugh,
Who shared
your life, your “other” half
You felt
bereft, chilled to the bone
A gaping
hole yawned in your home.
And whether
you wished it, or no
The shades
of sorrow brought you low;
No helping
hand to share the chores
You began
to miss his flaws …
But
solitude means time to think
While you
this bitter chalice drink;
Time to
delve deep in yourself
As you shelter
on your shelf.
Over months
or years or more
You realise
life means to explore
And develop
personal dreams
Enlightenment
in profound streams!
One chapter
in your life is closed
But don’t
despair; be one of those
Who now
walks in pastures new
Learning at
last to be – YOU!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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