Part of my life is over forever
and ever will the memories mumble in my thoughts...
I'm caught in the mysteries of what might have been,
I drift in dreams through senseless scenes;
will I never know more than spaces between
bleeding and screaming and aching for you?
But softly, like sunbeams, those spaces break through –
replacing the heart-stopping yearning for you,
the dawn of each day is a doctor, it's true,
shocking the heart till it beats anew.
When I wrote this, I was finally starting to understand that our lives would never involve one another again. It was the death of a tiny hope I'd been tending for far too long, but the rebirth of a new life.
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Exploding Quietly - verse on infidelity
PoetryThis collection of poetry will speak to anyone who has suffered through infidelity in a long-term relationship. Infidelity is, in some ways, like murder at the hands of the person you trusted most. Getting through it takes years, and writing this co...
