Learning To Live Without You Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

Learning To Live Without You



I once thought I knew all I needed to know
But like so many times before I was wrong
Now I'm wondering how, is there any way at all, that I could ever learn to live without you

At first, I didn't know if I could
You were my love, my confidant, my friend
Our two lives so close they were one
I felt like half of me was missing

Things that before seemed so right
Lost their happiness and became wrong
Your side of the bed mirrored my emptiness
But I could still feel you next to me

I've lost love before, but never one like this
The kind of love you think will last forever
But forever, especially when it comes to love
Is only a word and never a reality

I didn't think I could, but I am
Living without the one I couldn't live without
And every day, I'm learning it gets easier
Till I have finally gotten over you

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Don Mcwilliams 07 April 2008

One of life's most basic challenges, rarely mastered. I don't know that we ever really get over them. The wounds scar over, we adapt, we live on... Don

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Margaret Alice 07 April 2008

I have an infallible recipe for 'learning to live without you': I never let go of my dreams and repectfully regard people as the embodiment of a hidden truth that continues unruffled and steady, unchanged and beautiful. When one friend floats away, I let go completely so as to make room for other friends and more joy and happiness. I hope you will let go completely also and get ready to welcome the next adventure with open arms. When we know that our true home is in our own hearts, and that giving our happiness is the only gift we have to give, we do not expect other people to be present to make us happy. We choose to be happy first and then offer that gift to our friends. If they reject that gift, we can choose to respect their choice and hope that they will find joy in other things and people - and continue in working on our own happiness, knowing that the vortex through which our happiness comes is in our own hearts. May your own heart bring you joy and happiness, Kindest regards, Margaret.

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