The man I loved died unexpectedly last year on this date. I honestly wanted to join him in death. Then he came to me one night, his calm energy beside me and I heard his voice.
since the words,
“He’s gone,”
came through the phone.
“Where?” I asked,
unable to comprehend
that the voice, the man,
who hours before had said
he loved me,
that he’d be over for dinner
after the grass was cut,
was now silent.
That day replayed for weeks,
which turned into months.
The grief -
so heavy,
so constant,
so unyielding.
I was dying, too.
And then -
he came back.
In a moment
I cannot explain,
he was beside me.
The peace he gave me in life,
present once more,
wrapped around us,
an energy field of love.
“You need to take care of yourself.”
Three times
his voice,
the same plea.
And then I knew -
it was time
to start living again.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-07-31 at 14:44
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His Love Remains
A year has passedsince the words,
“He’s gone,”
came through the phone.
“Where?” I asked,
unable to comprehend
that the voice, the man,
who hours before had said
he loved me,
that he’d be over for dinner
after the grass was cut,
was now silent.
That day replayed for weeks,
which turned into months.
The grief -
so heavy,
so constant,
so unyielding.
I was dying, too.
And then -
he came back.
In a moment
I cannot explain,
he was beside me.
The peace he gave me in life,
present once more,
wrapped around us,
an energy field of love.
“You need to take care of yourself.”
Three times
his voice,
the same plea.
And then I knew -
it was time
to start living again.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 25 times
Written on 2025-07-31 at 14:44
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