There Is A Kind Of Obscurity Poem by Gert Strydom

There is a kind of obscurity
when you have just lost someone
and see others much in love,
a kind of feeling that you do not fit

while their happiness scorches you
and you wonder if ever again
for you love can be true?

Then upon a day the world does change,
when you do meet someone
whose eyes, heart and voice
does secretly hold the promises
of how a life full of love could be,
everywhere only happy people you do see
and you have changed me and my life.