After the Ashes
It is with timid hopeI move forward
Into the unknown
To chance loving again.
He is gone, almost a year,
My love of many years.
His ashes rest on a shelf,
His photos displayed
To remind me
He once lived
Once smiled,
Once held my heart completely.
The loves before him were
Unreliable, unfaithful.
One, uncontrollable
In his domination and rage.
And still, I tried again
Found love, companionship,
A safe haven,
Moments of complete peace.
He let me be me,
He did not flinch.
What possibilities lie ahead
With this soft-spoken man?
Commonalities do not guarantee more,
But still, I move forward
With timid hope.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2025-07-14 at 12:25
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