Poems of Letting Go and Loss by Ellen Kozisek

Letting Go

I was the one who said it was over.
Why does it hurt so much to let go?

The Day After

Yesterday it seemed so simple.
I knew it was over.
I wrote you and told you.
I knew I had done right,
And I was happy.

Today,
My world has come apart.
I cannot smile.
How am I supposed
To live
Without the one
Who has taught me
How to love
And how to be close to someone?

Getting Over Loss

I can see that the world is a beautiful place,
And I remember how to smile,
But I'm still sad.

Prayer After Losing My Love

Lord, be with me
As I get over the loss
Of the one I love so.
I need you now
To take the pain away,
Or make it a little less.
Help me learn to live without him.
I need you to carry me.

Last Poem For a Lost Love?

The moment I hoped would never come came.
You left me.

I dreaded this moment.
But now that it's come
I find
It's not so bad.

It hurts.
It hurts like hell.
I miss your friendship.

But, still, I've found I can survive.
I won't fall apart without you
Because
I have other people who love me
And remind me
That God makes me whole.

Letting Go I

I wanted him.

Wanted him, loved him, ached for him,
agonized over him, longed for him,
obsessed over him, needed him,
desired him, thought about him endlessly.

Now it is time to let go.

But I still love him.
And I still think he's beautiful.

Letting Go II

It's time to let go.
It's hard.
Why does it hurt so much?

Does it mean I have to stop loving him?

No, love never ends.

It means no more obsessing.
It means no more leaning on a thought of him.
It means standing on my own,
Or leaning on someone else.

I can do it.
But it's still hard.
And it still hurts.

The Poem Remembers

I loved him and longed for him.
      The poem remembers.
I saw beauty in him.
      The poem remembers.
I captured my feelings in a poem.
      The poem remembers.
I learned; I grew.
      The poem remembers.
Now I can let go.

The poem remembers.

Deception.
Beautiful lies.

I dared to hope.

... deceived.

The lies shatter.
I'm left alone.

My inspiration is gone.
In love?
No more.
That love,
Risen out of
A sea of illusion,
Is gone.
He no longer fills my thoughts.
No anguish.
No highs.
A peaceful contentment
Is now mine.
No writing a poem
To wring out emotions.
When emotions settle, inspiration flees.

I don't need you.

I need to see beauty,
Like the beauty I've seen in you.
I need to feel alive,
Like I do when I think of you.
I need so much that I've found in you.
But it's not you that I need.

I don't need you.

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