(on coping with the loss of someone close)
Somehow, I’ve always held a philosophical view of coping with the death of someone close to you as transmuting all your locked in memories of them; as of their spirit and their soul, from the physical to the deeply spiritual, to yield a kind of ‘foreverness’ and an amazing forgiveness, which is at the same time taken as well as received. The immediate loss is hard to bear, but there comes a time when you realise the only things you cannot do is hug them, touch them … but even this can be felt sometimes, simply by virtue of the fact that the spirit and soul of someone you are very close to is impregnated in your own.
I like to think this poem is, for me, a celebration of the enduring power of love.
(Read the Poem)