Forgetting isn't quite the word, my friend, for love that's etched so deep.
A dead ex leaves a scar, a wound the heart will always keep.
But healing comes in whispers, in the passage of the days,
A gradual acceptance, a learning of new ways.
The ache won't vanish overnight, the tears may freely fall,
But grief, though heavy now, will soften like a gentle shawl.
Allow yourself to feel it, the sorrow and the pain,
For bottling emotions only makes the healing wane.
Remember all the laughter, the moments you held dear,
Let cherished memories bring a smile, a silent, cleansing tear.
Don't fight the ghosts that linger, the echoes in your mind,
Embrace them as a tribute, a love you'll always find.
There'll be days when memories ambush, a bittersweet caress,
A song, a scent, a place you knew, a moment you can't repress.
Don't shy away from these encounters, let them wash over you,
For with each passing wave, the pain will lessen too.
Slowly, gently, life will start to bloom anew,
Colors will return, the world won't seem so blue.
New experiences beckon, paths yet to be trod,
A chance to rediscover the strength you have within, by God.
Don't think of moving on as erasing what they meant,
But building on the lessons, the love that heaven sent.
Theirs is a place in your heart, a memory to hold,
A testament to love's embrace, a story yet untold.
There's room for love to blossom, in the garden of your soul,
For love doesn't diminish, it simply makes you whole.
A new love, when it finds you, won't erase the one before,
But weave a richer tapestry, a love even more.
So let the healing journey take its time, there's no set pace,
Embrace the gentle rhythm, with love and inner grace.
They'll live within your spirit, a guiding, gentle light,
A star that shines forever, ever burning ever bright.
Forgetting isn't possible, nor is it what you seek,
But learning how to live again, with a love that's strong and meek.
Carry their memory with honor, a whisper in your heart,
And as you open to new chapters, a brand new love will start.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
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Comments (1)
Two of my exes have relocated to Heaven. Your poem touched my heart!