Twice in my life, I’ve had to leave behind a romantic love relationship, despite my hopes otherwise. Most of us share this specifically human loss. For my poetic take on this, see my other poems here with lighter backgrounds and my poem ‘How to Murder Love’.
However, the death of romantic love, doesn’t require the death of compassion for someone you care deeply about. It doesn’t require pretending the person themselves died or is now a mortal enemy. Setting aside the pain of loss, betrayal, or disappointment, just for a moment, can allow us to remember that there was no perfect human involved in the lost romance we mourn.
I wrote this poem for a lost romantic love whom I will always love with the deep compassion of a close friend. A person with whom I shared what I could of myself. A person who shared with me what they could of themselves. We both grew from what we shared.
We are both still growing.
We will always remain friends.
His Moon, Her Ocean 