Healed

And then she said goodbye

again,

and again,

and again.

Each time, as if she’d forgotten the last.

The broken heart of precious memories:

a sting she can no longer deny.

She loved his heart and soul, despite it all.

Unconditionally, she has always loved

all things,

all people,

him.

Unconditionally

her heart will break

until it no longer

longs

for what he does not choose.

Her deep blue sea.

A sea too deep for some to bear.

And this,

despite the sweetly ringing bell

of wholeness and grace within,

shocks her, still.

A truth to be seen,

to be held,

to be healed.