Living without love

Time has past,
Wounds have been mended.
Wistful Memories are all that is left.
Dreams I  thought shared,
are now dust bunnies in the corners of my heart.
My life began anew.
Crept from the shadows of what was,
it was a slow climb, time spent pushing myself;
laborious brushing away of pain,
pushing hurt and the
bad memories away.
No longer tight rope walking on the edge,
I am well past the struggle that was.
Never would have thought
to be starting again, but here I am.
Not looking to replace,
some things still cannot be pushed aside.
I would be foolish to jump in again,
a trigger response soon regretted.
For the Love that I believed was forever,
was only temporary on the other side.
There is really not
a need to fill in the blank that was left.
I had my shot at a forever love,
and it disappeared in a heart beat.
Now there is just me.
Living.
I've remembered how to laugh again.
Not  searching for love.
Not something to be forced,
it will happen or it won't.
I can live with that.

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