Getting over a breakup can be incredibly painful if you weren’t the one who initiated it. One of the most perplexing challenges for me has been knowing where to put the memories and the love.
Everything that once felt so beautiful and good, suddenly became tainted, suspect and/or painful. As I’ve begun to embrace the concepts of divine love, I’m realizing I can still celebrate the love we shared without the associated pain.
Yesterday, as I drove away from my husband and the home we shared for the final time, I felt a single tear on my cheek. I wasn’t even thinking sad thoughts. It just appeared.
As I was about to arrive at my destination, this poem began to form in my mind. After parking outside my sister’s house, I sat in the car for a few minutes while everyone else went inside, and finished it. I think it does a good job of summing up how I felt at this juncture and how I’m getting over a breakup.
Take this tear from my cheek
That slips unbidden from my eyes.
Proof of my love it does speak.
Heaven, capture it in a bottle for me.
Yes, I knew you once.
I spent nights in your arms.
Felt the beat of your heart against mine.
This drop proves there are ties that do bind.
I bid you farewell now
My lover and friend.
A place in my heart
you will have to the end.
I’m not looking back
In pain anymore.
Now I celebrate the love
I was blessed to explore.
I leave you to your path
As I take mine.
I’ll carry this love inside,
And share it with another in time.
Marnie Pehrson, June 4, 2017
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