The world becomes a cold stranger
when you lose someone you love.
Why always at the beginning of Spring?
Good Friday, March, April,
rain, wind, dark skies.
No matter how profound
and inconsolable
there will never be, never,
another time you will
feel them in your arms.
I lost Freddy, my yellow lab, about a decade ago. Afterwards, I remember listening to Mahler's Kindertotenlieder at Lincoln Center and crying. It felt like a wonderful, heaven-sent cartharsis.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great way to work though the pain, Birgit.
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