When she left her body, love did not die.

What remains is the ember that I hold deep inside.

The love is not our love, it is greater than that.

Its nature, its oneness, it’s a heart’s pitter-pat.

The pain that was, does not define me.

For I know more with each day,

My clarity is sharpened to take in a new way.

One of peace and non judgment,

One of love and of joy,

One of compassion and relation,

And perhaps a girl and a boy.

I am not trying to regain my past life or affair

I never look to contrast or compare

It’s nice to have the ember glow anew from your breeze,

And perhaps, without attachment to outcome, it will spark. Or not.