Lost and Found
A poem of eternal love of my heaven mate
ring sings melodies
energy lights room for all
as if never left
memory replaces loss
peace and love I touch again
there’s more to the picture than meets the eye
how can I ever misplace you
Readers familiar with my work, and certainly dear-friend-readers, know the story of the Claddagh ring Lindsey gifted to me a few months before her passing, in a moment of soul prescience, and that I rub the heart every night as I seek to sleep, or any time of day just to say, hi love, I’m thinking of you.
Yesterday I sought to do that, started rubbing my finger, and realized the ring was gone.
My heart sank.
Yet, I quickly thought, thank god I have the tattoo.
Moreover, I realized tonight (it’s 2 a.m. here in Scotland where my ex and I are settling our son in at college) that I still rub my finger where the ring used to be and it’s as if it’s still there.
A few versions of this poem started percolating last night.
Here’s one version that I typed into my phone tonight before deciding to hit the mini-bar (again) and post and edit to what…
