To be Brave
It’s been three years since my wife passed
I’ve grieved openly and in my heart.
The judgmental may say I’m moving too fast
but don’t I have a right to make a new start?
There’s a loneliness regular friends can’t fill,
as I dine alone each night at my kitchen table.
The air in my house is always quiet and still.
It’s this gnawing feeling of alone I need disabled.
I’ve known you since I had a high school crush,
but you didn’t ever bother to learn my name.
As the lead cheerleader you were always in a rush,
yet I pined away in my heart just the same.
Many years have passed and two spouses have died,
we’ve both respectfully mourned their passings.
With the opened door I've a deep yearning inside
like a holy man who has been piously fasting?
In my dreams you are mine, I feel your heart beat
in cadence with the heart you could save.
One day I’ll muster the courage to ask you to meet,
once I remember how it feels to be brave.
Submitted for the All Stars challenge hosted by Jackie
This is not autobiographical in any way shape or form
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