I guess I am healing from my twice broken heart. Once when I broke up with someone I’d been with more than 7 years, and the second time, when it became too painful for him to remain my best friend.
Sometimes healing is a process. I don’t speak of private matters very often but, I feel I am finally ok again and wanted to acknowledge it, given the many poems dedicated to M, it just felt like a proper thing to do at this time.
The poems are a reminder of love. They don’t hurt so much as remind me that love exists, even when it’s hard to let go and let it be a memory. A good one. A happy one. I will remember.