Wednesday, February 14, 2024

The Mathematics of Love

 

Asymptote of Healing



Bruised and battered, broken

Gaping holes of longing

Lingering within

Begging to be filled with anything

Something

To ease the pain of dealing

With each new day that’s dawning

Mired down

In the persistence of living

Without what you named essential

Now lost to you forever

Acceptance, faith and patience

Close and mend the wounds internal

Approaching

Never reaching zero

Healing full yet not complete

What remains alive inside

That thinnest slice of quickness

Is the scar of lessons learned

And room though just enough

For seeds of love to grow replete


I wrote this a long time ago. At nearly twenty years post-breakup, I have to say it's accurate. I have healed, but there is a scar, the scar has faded.


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