Transformation

My life before we met
Was played out in the gloom,
But how can I forget
How you lit up the room?

And, though I sense the lack
Your leaving’s left behind,
There’s still no going back
Inside my troubled mind.

I see the world anew –
The way you would have done;
Its beauty shining through
As bright as any sun.

Although your strength lives on,
I wish you hadn’t gone.

Photo by Håkon Grimstad on Unsplash

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