This poem arrived about a week ago.
For the record
twenty-five years
since my soulmate died
I note the occasion
with good memories
and interest
looking back
a quarter of a century
friends new and old
the real me
emerging then established
I post on social media
to make sure his memory
is honoured
then start to miss
not him, but you
love for a soulmate
is obvious, almost
unnecessary to mention
but you who were not my soulmate
were more loved
were more in a story
we unfolded together
our love and life
a more real thing
that might not have been but was
a marriage of imperfections
worked with and valued
and family
embraced and embracing
unconditionally
he had the easy life
universally liked
while you struggled
to fit in
except in my heart
Funny stuff poetry. So much, what is quite private, shared, exposed really. I often don't understand it. Get this one. V lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Very little is as important as being understood.
ReplyDeleteJane, that's beautiful. I wish I had known them both. H xx
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