A meditation on love found later in life and how at times it can be bittersweet, but still, very worth it for the moments spent together.
witnesses to his exit.
She feels his loss
the very moment
their bodies part.
His scent fills her -
then he is gone.
Home requires his presence:
dogs that need care,
his comfy sleeping chair.
Returning inside,
her cat waits for her,
nestles in her arms;
there is comfort before
they both find sleep.
This is their nightly ritual.
She is no more free
to be with him
than he with her -
prisoners held captive
within structures
and responsibilities
that tether them,
apart.
There is a quiet ache
in love found late,
the obstacles to togetherness
like shards of glass
from a shattered lightbulb,
once giving light,
now dark -
the shards glistening,
scattered across the floor
quietly reflecting
what might have been.
Two homes. One love.
Thus, it will remain.
It will have to be enough.
It will be enough.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-21 at 20:32
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Between Homes
The stars shine above,witnesses to his exit.
She feels his loss
the very moment
their bodies part.
His scent fills her -
then he is gone.
Home requires his presence:
dogs that need care,
his comfy sleeping chair.
Returning inside,
her cat waits for her,
nestles in her arms;
there is comfort before
they both find sleep.
This is their nightly ritual.
She is no more free
to be with him
than he with her -
prisoners held captive
within structures
and responsibilities
that tether them,
apart.
There is a quiet ache
in love found late,
the obstacles to togetherness
like shards of glass
from a shattered lightbulb,
once giving light,
now dark -
the shards glistening,
scattered across the floor
quietly reflecting
what might have been.
Two homes. One love.
Thus, it will remain.
It will have to be enough.
It will be enough.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-21 at 20:32
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