Loving him was the best time of her life;
She cradled his face
In her hands that night,
The memory of his deep, earth eyes
Burned into her brain—
With a feeling of love,
And deep pain.

His eyes were a universe
Of darkness and prose,
She cradled his face
Like a vase embracing a rose;
Desiring to hold him forever,
Their souls remained
Forever tethered—

He gazed into her eyes of admiration,
Feeling her love
That could heal nations;

He felt scared and distrustful,

So he convinced himself
To feel elusive and lustful.

They hardly ever spoke again,
But over time, her heart did mend—

She remembered
That he was once a friend,
Even though she still felt a void
From when he left.

For what felt like a lifetime;
She hardly felt like she could live—

But with healing, and time,
She found it in her heart to forgive

Both him,
And herself;

She found comfort within her heart
That is akin to a bookshelf.

She slowly learned
How to love her mind,

Transforming thoughts induced by trauma
Into something kind;

She learned how to love
Her own heart,
How to show up for herself,
No matter who departs—

She learned how to love
Her own skin,
And the person
That resides within.

She learned to adore
Her own soul;
She knows that she is forever
Loving,
Brave,
And bold.

She is healing,
So she no longer thinks of him
And cries;
Because she knows that love
Never truly dies—

It just transforms
Into something else,

Within a lover such as her,
So deep and devout.

© a.v.b.