Lost-Found

~ LOST ~

At first life is surreal

the rhythm of my day is gone

hours run together without check

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Years later, I seem to function well

although still unsure of who

I am to be, apart from you

I’ve shrunk yet grown both 

weak and stronger - undulating

waves of being bring me through

kicking and screaming to the other

side of loss. To hard questions and 

the joyful confidence to face them

Your chatterbox has died, my dear.

Tho words still pour out profusely

they now form a black on white

paper trail of crumbs to guide

my way - and perhaps help

another facing death

I wonder if you’d recognize the me

I have become. Hope you wouldn’t mind

my writing of our love with meaning newly

~ FOUND ~

JoMae

2/2/19