That said, it may be easier now.
to move on & love the world.
without that gnawing guilt,
that i should be there as your girl.
Im sure i’ll write a few sad poems
missing you has become my pastime…
but this world is grand & intriguing
& honestly, there is so very much more to life…
more to life than finding ‘the one’…
to share your love & joy….
I have to find that love & joy first
before i can share it with any boy.
Loosing you is kind of bitter-sweet…
like a soldier coming home to retire…
he isn’t quite sure how to act here,
it isn’t that easy to forget the fire…
I may not always be strong
but I’ve always been strong enough.
i may not have a romance of splendor,
but i have family & dear friends I love.
I may make a many MANY mistakes
but i learn my lesson from each & every one.
i can honestly say, i am wiser as a survivor,
than before I had done all the bad I’ve done.
The mountains glisten in the sun’s glow
like the sparkly dust, off a fairy’s wings..
oh, honey, the world has so much more than you
in it, just awaiting my discovery…