11/21/21
Sweetest dearest heart,
he isn’t thinking of you.
Isn’t pining,
isn’t dreaming,
isn’t holding out hope.
Sweetest dearest heart,
he isn’t lying in bed each night
retracing the laugh lines that live next to your lips
or walking through memories
step-by-step
like each is some precious,
irreplaceable thing.
Sweetest dearest heart,
you’ll never know his heart
nor understand how he held you so loosely,
and the comfort you find
in your pondering is enchanting,
sure,
but temporary.
You’ll stand upright again
when you remember
that love is your only worthy pursuit.
That love will pick you up and carry you through today
and tomorrow.
That love is for you.
That love is some precious,
irreplaceable thing.
Lightly,
Leah
Leah Kepley, M.Ed. 