As I cleaned out my hope
less chest the other day, I found a poem Mr. Strong had sent me when all was not well in our world. It took me right back to that dark time when my heart ached and hope had faded. Back to the time when I wasn’t sure that Mr. Strong was able to be my Mr. Strong.
I mourn my loss, an opportunity wasted, a relationship passes, a lesson learned
Lonely again, an empty heart
Next time I will live for me, I will show my love, I will share my love, I will watch it closely.
I want to cry in your arms, not alone in my bed.
I learned to love from you if only I showed you how well and how much.
The creased paper reminded me that what we had had was real. And almost lost.
Thank God for second chances.