The sting of an open wound,
the bruise of a blow from a blunt fist,
the grind of an aching spine,
broken by labour
with addition of age –
these are as pinpricks
compared with the natural response
to love withdrawn, bestowed on a rival.
The departure of love
leads to plenty of pain
in the course of grieving,
regret for the loss of self-esteem,
demise of contentment,
companionship, confidence –
a challenging quartet to regain,
a job for life.
I have been missing from the Sunday Whirl for a while, devoid of inspiration, so I squeezed out this sad poem, to show willing, in thanks for Brenda’s unremitting effort .