| Aftermath |
| When do you stop missing a soul- mate who left this life with a part of your soul? A soul-mate who just up and left all of us back here, to go live amongst the unliving. No warnings. No telltale signs. Nothing to prepare us for this un- expected exit, but leaving just the same. When does the connection end? I mean, the end- ing of simple ties that bind... like by-chance trod- ding upon still remembered |
places where your "mate" lived and died, and automatically hurting inside? And when can you hear beautiful music again, without remembering? And when do you delete your beloved's name, number from your computerized address list, or from the personal one you carry around? When can you hear your soul-mate's fairly-common-name and not experience sudden grief, pain? And when does "true" reality set in? To stop the momentary forgetting that your special one is really gone? When does my soul heal whole again?
In time, you say?
Bessie Williams Simmons |
| Toogoodoo Creek, Edisto, SC | Photo S. Esteves |