Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain?
I miss him in the weeping of the rain
I want him at the shrinking of the tide
The old snows melt from every mountain-side
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide
There are a hundred places where I fear to go
So with his memory they brim
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Thank you for posting. Received (eventually) Grant of Probate yesterday and it only serves to take me back to day 1 so no time does not bring relief and the pain is still, if not more so, intense. Spent this morning sitting in banks crying to total strangers.
Sheila and Sad, I do hope things improve just a little, we miss our soulmates so much.
Pleased you have finally got probate but it’s not the end of paperwork, I am afraid.
Look after yourselves and take care. S xx