What do we do with left behind Love?
How do we take what was an active, living Love, in life,
And make it matter and make it count…
In the after?
After the death of that one, your person…
The one you slept with and loved with and talked with, who knew you better than anyone,
Whose death changed everything…
What do you do with the many losses shrouded in the depths of that simple but not so simple 5 letter word
Grief?
The ache of skin hunger…touched no longer.
The exhaustion that comes from staring at the detritus around you that was your life
And realizing shit now it’s all up to me…
The money the house the car the job the questions the repairs the everything…
Life…
It’s all up to me now.
The Love we had his story her story our story.
I am the Rememberer.
It’s a fucking huge realization, isn’t it?
Where do I go what do I do, with this Love that was ours and people tell me it still is but all I know is it was…
What do we do with the Love that is left behind for us?
What do you do with your left behind Love?