The falling maple keys,

helicopter seeds, whirl from above

and like joyful confetti

scatter around you.

You moved through loss

and though there is a hole

in your heart that will never be filled,

still you can now, in the peaceful green leaf-fall, take a deep breath.

Know that all the love

you gave and received will never waste.

Believe that. Chew on that. Take it in.

Make it part of you, forever.

The evening air breathes the scent

of soft, sweet, rain.

Rain will wash and brighten. It nourishes.

Becoming the new person,

without the old need, is unfamiliar.

You flex and stretch the new muscle

of wholeness.

You are loved.

You always were.

©️Laurie Lynn Newman


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