This is a poem I wrote ten years ago, in ten minutes, about a very specific experience which is yet shared by many. Now another loss is happening, which sometimes feels almost overwhelming, so the poem now has an added context. It came back to mind just now, and it feels right to share it.
The water metaphor, and some of the words themselves, derive from Margaret Atwood's 'Cat's Eye', one of my favourite books.
What was lost?
Where is it?
How can I get back
to it?
How can I find it?
So I can be whole
again?
So I can be me?
The past is a well
of water
where memories are
seen murkily
fading
falling back
lost forever
through the darkness of time.
But love and hurt
remain.
The heart’s memory
is clear as a fresh window pane.
The beloved’s love
is retained, is welling up.
Her name is Michael.
What was lost is
here, within me.
Nothing goes away.
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