Opened Eyes

My eyes have been opened,
Like a newborn’s first looks,
To a world of many new firsts,
Like a store with many new books.

The past has become clear,
When viewed without a filter,
Like a key that simply unlocked,
All the things that felt off kilter.

Things that I believed true,
Were simply allowed to be,
Figments of my imagination,
A love that was only from me.

Memories through this lens,
Are weary ones indeed,
A heart left torn and broken,
A heart left desperately in need.

I never thought it would be me,
That heard the words of sadness,
The kind that bookend a marriage,
I thought of with only gladness.

Time is on a sliding scale,
Speeding up and slowing down,
Here I patiently wait,
Not with a smile, but a frown.

The search has not begun,
For a new and suitable mate,
It is hard to even conceive,
The thought of wanting to date.

I know that there is someone,
To fill the emptiness inside,
To be with me forever,
Walking closely by my side.

The love of that special woman,
Would be a rare and unique feeling,
It might be the only cure,
For a heart that needs healing.

I long for what is missing,
To fill that empty space,
With the love that heals the spirit,
To allow rest in that peaceful place.

To then reflect back toward her,
The completeness of my heart,
To never again have the feeling,
Of the sadness of being apart.