When I lost you
I found myself
and I hurt
I pained
for too long
thinking of how foolish I had been
to believe in you
but my hurt turned into poetry and dance
and I wrote
and danced
until I filled up the emptiness inside of me
the voice that set inside my soul
when you were no longer there
poetry about you and for myself
poured from my fingertips like
golden rum at carnival time in Trinidad
I loved until I stopped hurting
and I found
not only myself
but
someone to love me for real
and oh yes
there were times when I wished he were you
until constant caresses and truthful sighs
showed me that true love takes me
for what I am
true love has caressed my weary soul
and you are just a faded memory
because I am no longer afraid to return
the love that I have been given
Originally written: 1/9/85
almost prophetical like your other one
I love this. Love ebbs and flows like a stream. It’s always a stream but its course can change.