Creation

I suddenly realized that I wanted you to replace her. She gave me life, warmth, courage, confidence, a beginning trusting. Warmth through my entire spirit. Then it was gone. And I waited and yearned whispering incessantly “I cannot live by myself” But somehow I must, and I thought I had. But instead I was still searching incessantly. “You must replace her, or perhaps you. I cannot replace her.” I didn’t know what I was doing. I begin to understand better. I want the hunger that she left to be filled, not hollow, or substituted--by someone who is not her, but somehow by myself. Somehow by my own peace. Somehow, by some way yet to be clear. Dec 2011