By Willam Wyndham Wyatt
Published by Janet Schlarbaum
Have you ever loved and lost? What a question! I barely survived such an experience once(more than once). However, it did leave a mark on my soul. But souls are tough and hardy things that live in a different time frame than people. Some say that you must suffer before you can understand the inner pain of others. I disagree. I believe that you must care enough before you can understand, if that means anything. When she went away, I had no idea that it would darken the sun a little. But, eventually, the sun brightened once more and the birds once again began to sing. I guess time really does heal all wounds. The story below is mine and true, and I survived.

If the story be told, I haven’t gone cold.

My love has just folded in.

It’s still there inside. My feelings I hide.

I just won’t let anyone in.

A love is a thing like a bird on a wing.

To live, it’s got to be free

to fly low and high, to explore the whole sky.

Then return home safe to it’s tree.

My heart has to heal, and mend a great deal

before I can look at the sun.

Before I can be again happy and free,

I must learn to laugh and have fun.

My heart knows a place that takes up no space.

A place that will render me whole.

I go there at night to visit the light

that heals me and restores my soul.

So, time’s what it takes to heal the heartbreaks

and return to the land of the living.

I’ll just have to wait, come soon or come late.

I’ll just have to be more forgiving.

Those who have dared to love know what I mean. Unfortunately, she died in a car accident a long time ago, it seems. But now I know she would have meant for me to move on and find another. Such things are surreal and have little meaning until it happens to you. Let’s hope you never know what I mean about that.

Janet Schlarbaum Waves