The Wife

I will no longer mourn. For nothing was lost. Yes, I shed my tears with the spring rain; The summer sun incinerated my soul; Blood fell from my heart with marigold leaves in autumn; Winter held me and listened to me weep. My pain was deep like a blade thrust into my back; It ripped my flesh open to expose me. My lover, no longer mine, A stranger to my touch. Love abandoned me. But I will no longer mourn. For nothing was lost. I hold on to faith. It is my blanket and my peace. I wrap it around my body; I bury myself in it and feel its warmth in our empty bed. I whisper its name beneath my breath, And let the winds carry it to heaven. I hold on to faith that my love will come back to me. My dear, I will wait, Because nothing was lost.