Reparative Space
Why must a heart break?
Is it for another’s sake?
Everyone knows a him,
A her,
A me,
All seeking that refuge
Where sound is as you need it,
Vision is as you wish it,
Touch is as you feel it.
In such a space,
A song may await
With affection’s reparative depth
Beside passion’s tenuous suspension,
Knowing love’s disappearance
Can transform into a cherished loss of worth.
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None of those lost loves of mine have ever come back to me, so there's no use longing for them to come back. It is your self worth that is important, not worth associated with your attachment to someone else, no matter how cherished it was.
There are those who love you for who you are and will continue to be. Not what someone else made you. Remember that and write great poetry as though you were standing on the highest point in your life.
Ron