Time heals wounds, but the wounded are often never the same again. It’s impossible my heart could ever be as open or my mind as hopeful as when you loved me. I’m like a chair missing a leg; incomplete and in need of propping up.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough
to love without restraint and subsequently
were devastated by loss knows that in that moment
you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole.
Some will never again love with that level of abandon
where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss
seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn Hope