Six years ago my life imploded in a dream
That revealed my fear, the worst betrayal,
By the man to whom I vowed my life.
I promised to be his ride-or-die.
Gave him a second chance,
But he killed all hope…
And in the end
It took three years for me to resurrect
After I pulled the pin on the grenade,
Trusting the leap into the unknown.
I rose from the dead determined
To thrive and seize the day.
And then I met him…
The one, true love
Of my life.
It took three weeks to realize the truth,
I was in romantic love for the first time.
Discovering what I still had to heal.
Accepting a situantionship
As I came into my own.
Delighting in the fun…
But wanting more,
In limbo.
Eight months later, I voiced my discontent.
He recoiled, withdrew, and disappeared.
Leaving me to mend my broken heart,
In acceptance and surrender.
Picking up the pieces.
To start again,
In resilience.
Six months passed, but I still remember and miss,
The powerful presence of my counterpart.
Our best and worst mirrored back,
Self-reflection, introspection,
Divine transmutation.
Lessons learned…
A new life.
Eight years since I felt what it was like to kiss,
I long to re-experience feelings like this.
The union of two souls in ecstasy.
I’m passing time in autonomy,
Not meant to be alone.
Wanting intimacy…
Companionship,
© 2023 Jessica D.
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