Sometimes I feel, see, sense, smell the presence of my departed love. It's so real. It's so bittersweet. It's so wonderful. It makes me feel so desperately alone and so incredibly united at the same time. Almost 2 years... I can't remember a day since u moved on.
A second birthday comes around since you moved into another paradigm. Though raw and wobbly, I also feel steady. I feel you lift the breeze that I might learn to fly again. Happy Birthday Habibi. xxx
How much loss can someone deal with in such a short time? Seems all the people I love have passed in the last year. Now my beloved dog, Rufus, the most loyal and loving soul has crossed the rainbow bridge. But I must remember all he taught me. It's not about goodbyes. It's always about the hello.
A month shy of a year since my beloved transcended, and 13 years to the day since we first made love, this poem flowed out of me with tears, and for the first time, a glimmer of hope for the future.
