Two Times Divorced, One Time Widowed

HEARTBREAK | On the the very real trauma of heartbreak. On not being able to move on until the heart is done grieving the death of the relationship. 

I’m two times divorced, two times the journey
of questions, of why and what ifs
How did it happen, why didn’t I notice?
Who are you, who am I, who were we?

It’s a matter of the mind, a mind searching for logic
Stuck in a dream that is gone
But if I’d listened within to what my heart was saying
I’d heard “no” and “come on let’s move on”

But our hearts are loving, they patiently wait
for our minds to let go and to follow
For only together they’ll conquer the world
Its darkness, its pain, and its sorrow

I’m two times divorced and one time widowed
But from death, the heart doesn’t move
It sits down where sense vanished, where now flowers are growing
Allowing itself just to mourn

For there’s no logic to get, no questions to answer
There was never a “no” in the heart
“So why then move on?” the heart might be asking
“I’m here with the flowers, the love!”

It sits there and waits for the mind to come back
A mind that ran off in despair
And then, only then, it is ready for new love
Maybe yours, if you’re willing to sit there

Sharing my heart with someone who died
Sharing the love and the flowers
Trusting that you can find no greater love
Than that bred in the soil of these flowers


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