Tender Heart

I refound this piece that I wrote last year whilst still grieving a relationship that had ended.  I find myself all this time later open hearted and ready to love again.  Ready.  I do believe in allowing time, a grieving process, space before we embark on another adventure into love, whatever that may bring……I am ready….time to start writing again…to begin…

Here is my heart….


Time gone, never reclaimed the memory of you fades. The hole in my heart, my life and my home lingers.

You linger like the smell of forests after the rain, the smell of sun on skin, of puppy breath. Fresh bread baked in the morning left out to air. The smells of home. Of love. Of tender Care

I still see your face etched in the pillow where we would lie and talk. There you slept deeply almost not breathing. Just presence. Just you. Perfect you.

Your presence in life touched many and me. So blessed for the times shared. The hours.

Hours, weeks, months and years. So many moments honoured with tears.

I wonder if you ever think of me at all. Your anger and blocking cuts to the vein. Hours scolding like a tattoo artists branding my heart with the initials of your name. Your dog. Your favourite remedy.

The kindness we shared marred now with such distance. A longing a pulling from my heart. Blocked. Cut. Nothing. No more.

Heart break the same

Asking for forgiveness for a moment in time that maybe just once in a while you might look back and smile.

Asking for moments.  For hours to pass, for healing to this tired lonely heart but never a regret of hours spent with you.  Deeply I honour and send love on its way to hold and to heal the precious parts of you whole.

I love you
I thank you
I bow to you and your life

Go well dear one
Go well.