Grieving

“The Covenant of Love”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Caring, Daily Devotion, Grieving, Long Distance lovers, Loss, love, Poetry

“The Covenant of Love”

When you stop chasing me,
your silence becomes louder than your voice.

You think of me in the moment
when your heart says no to its own passion.
I dream of you whenever you appear in my imagination.

Will you let go of your passion
when I become an unavoidable presence?
Will you call my name, even when your heart no longer wants to hear it?

I will come near you,
just to make sure you see my smile one last time.
I will feel your skin,
even if it no longer invites the warmth of mine.

Letting you go was never what I wanted.
Separating from you was never a voluntary decision.

Yet I am still here,
longing to return to your home.
I am still near,
ready to recommit myself
to your unending grace.

Will you let me?

I will make you one promise:

this time,
I will restore what was broken,
renew the covenant we did not honor,
and dry every single tear.

“After the Last Song”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Caring, Grieving, Loss, love, Pain, Peace, Poetry

“After the Last Song”

The trombone was silent.
Sheet music lay scattered
across the room of your heart.
Its trembling beat
outpaced the rhythm of the night.
Your voice searched the silence,
while your soul rested
in love’s darkest corner.

Every silence now feels too loud.
The ghosts of tomorrow
have become your only comfort.
Your voice still echoes
through the empty room.
Even when the night is through,
I still hear the sound of you.
Every cry,
every tear,
becomes another memory
of a love slowly fading.

“Just a Simple Text”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Caring, Grieving, Loss, love, Pain, Poetry

“Just a Simple Text”

She lives a life of withered passion,
a love that slowly fades.
“Just a simple text,” she whispers,
“to remind me that you still care,
that you haven’t changed,
that I still have a place in your heart.”

She yearns for reconnection,
for the closeness they once shared.
He watches her from afar,
realizing his heart has learned
to survive without her.
Not because he does not care,
but because caring has taken another form.

Both go their separate ways,
surrendering the future
they once imagined.
Dreams deferred.
Promises undone.
A love that proved temporary.

“She Drew His Smile in the Sand”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Grieving, Pain, Poetry

My second new poem:

“She Drew His Smile in the Sand”

She left the love she once shared with him
to memory’s keeping.
The silence he carried away
became the language of her grief.
It echoed through the chambers of her soul.
It grew louder than every word
they had spoken.
A love buried beneath the sand.
A lament without an ending.
Even sunlight could not awaken his smile.

Everywhere her feet touch,
she remembers
the scent of his body.
For one last time,
she gazes upon
his soft and gentle face
in a photograph
they once took together.

Upon the beach sand,
she draws the outline of his smile,
so she can see him
once again.
She sheds a tear,
one that becomes
a moment of heartache,
pain,
sadness,
memory blues.

She cries for his return,
for the pain
is too much to bear.
She searches for him
in all the hard places,
for her soul
is colored by lament.

Without hope,
without a guide,
her search lingers…
endures…
unfinished.

“Pain Is Not My Name”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Freedom, Grieving, Light, Loss, Pain, Peace, Poetry

“Pain Is Not My Name”

Pain has become her identity.
Yet hope remains beautiful,
even when misplaced,
even when it keeps old wounds breathing.

She gives meaning to her romantic pain,
turning heartbreak into a sacred story.

She does not date with her heart.
She bonds with her soul.
She carries her own pain
and the pain of the one who left
without a goodbye.

Still, she remains emotionally on call for him.
Her body misses attachment.
Her heart misses familiarity.
Yet she resists the truth:
he no longer chooses her.

She loved without limits,
without the boundaries romance requires.
She lingered in pain too long,
until she became the wounded lover,
until sorrow stared back from the mirror,
until depression began to feel like home.

But she will learn:
loving does not mean enduring.
Love does not require self-erasure.

Love can change form.
Love does not have to become a prison.
If love is not serving her healing,
if it is not feeding her soul,
she must release it.

She must choose freedom over memory,
emotional growth over attachment,
future over familiarity,
life over loss.

“Where Our Eyes No Longer Meet”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Anguish, Grieving, Joy, Loss, Pain, Poetry

“Where Our Eyes No Longer Meet”

How am I supposed to go on
without you?
You slipped into distance,
into a place where our eyes will no longer meet,
where our gazes cannot find each other anymore.

I will miss your smile,
the way it greeted me at dawn,
arriving before my first morning breath,
my words whispering your name
across the room.
I will miss your voice
when you are not near,
especially in the quiet moments
when we are just by ourselves,
when I reach for you
and you are not there.

I will miss holding your hand,
letting my fingers memorize your face,
learning again and again
the language of your skin,
breathing in the familiar scent of your body.

I am still trying to understand
how love can ask someone to forget,
to leave without thinking twice,
how two hearts can stand at a crossroads—
the crossroads of joy and pain—
and choose different futures.
I loved you beyond forever,
if such a place even still exists
in our world.

Are you leaving to find freedom,
to forget what once held us together?
Or are you going away to escape
the presence of our love?

Maybe this love was not meant to stay forever,
but it was real while it lived.
Maybe what we shared was not permanent,
but it was true while it breathed.
And even if it could not last,
it was strong enough
to leave a forever-shaped space
inside of us.