Grief Is the Price You Pay for Love

All that is left of us

Image by Bruno from Pixabay

Photos —
Lifelong treasures
Locked in my memory.
If I could see you in the flesh —
Sublime.

Voicenotes
Saved on my phone.
Many times I listen,
Eyes closed, imagining you’re here
With me.

Your clothes —
I cling to them,
Not ready to let go.
So much of our shared history
Hangs there.

Music
I couldn’t play,
The prospect broke my heart
Now healed enough to sing along
Alone.

Our souls
Dance together.
Though physically apart,
We’ve built a new relationship —
Divine.

Backstory

What triggered this quintet of cinquains?

I assumed the second year of grief at the loss of my soulmate would become easier to handle. Not so!