Grieving

“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.