Of Love

One day, you walked into my life… I was terribly hurt     by what had come before… When I first saw you,     I felt something,           something I cannot explain,               to this very day… But I guess,     I knew something special           was about to begin… We began slowly,     as we should… Just be, all we could handle… Till one day… We fell in love… Days would go by,     weeks too,           months turned into years… Much happiness came into our lives,     as we both needed… Children came,     children went… We were always together,     if not in person,           always in mind… With an “I Love You”     so many times,           I cannot begin to count… I remember so much     of what we did together,           I didn’t at first… All I could remember     were those last few days… Days of sadness, sorrow, and loss,     the days I lost you… Now I remember much,     the good times,           how we laughed,               how we loved,                     how we felt together,                         how our friends saw us… Till one day,     that awful day,           you were taken from me,               suddenly,                     in the middle of the night… A loss I can’t even describe… The pain I felt,     and still feel sometimes,           was so incredible,               I thought I wouldn’t live… But I did… How I lived is,     sometimes still a mystery,           there was so much pain,               so much anguish, so much anger,                     so much love, that couldn’t be returned… Or so it seemed… But I knew you loved me,     far more than your life itself… You wanted to see me     live, grow, laugh again           love again, as you would have it… At first I took small steps,     towards acceptance… A concept I may never fully find… It comes in bits and pieces,     and I know it may take years,           to accomplish… If ever fully… Sometimes I feel I found new love,     sometimes not… But I always knew,     I would, one day,           when it became right… Often I speak of you;     often I wish you were here, with me… But that can never be again,     I know it, but didn't want to see... For, I never would have wished it,     or wanted it… To be alone again,     after so many good years… Years filled with love, happiness… Years that came to an end,     that night I lost you… No one could believe it,     especially me… “She was so healthy,” they would say… But that night, that night,     you died in my arms… With your name on my lips… Your love in my heart… Why, I do not know… © Jonathan Wikkins October 29, 2001 Revised March 6, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 03:57 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   life • love • pain • personal • sad • thoughts