by Teddie-Joy Remhild
In the accumulation of life
The me who has emerged
Has been molded
And defined by the
Love you have so
Freely given.
In the loss of you
And that boundless
Love
I am diminished and
Bereft in that part
Of me once shared
With you.
The loss of you
Means never again
To partake of us,
The joy of our kindredness.
I will always
Remember our love,
Cherish it and be
Glad for it,
But never again
Will I rapture in its
Energy
The loss of you and
The place you once
Filled in my life
Leaves me immeasurably
Lessened.