The
Golden Heart Pendant
Fate
kindly brought us together. She, hurting
badly
from her teenage son’s accidental
drowning
when his snowmobile went through
the
ice, and her separation from her alcoholic
husband,
and me from an emptiness within
that
could only be filled with a mature woman’s
love;
and she delighted taking a lithe young
man
into her arms, and I an older woman’s
sweet
comfort. But as time went by, the emptiness
within
began to disappear, my hurt healing
faster
than hers, and I knew that soon it would
be
time for us to part; but I did not have the heart
to
break up, and I asked my inner guide for help.
Then
my lover had a dream, losing the golden
heart
pendant that I had given her for a birthday
gift,
and she panicked and woke up. Relieved
to
know it was only a dream, all the same she wore
the pendant
every single day; but her dream had
prepared
her for what was to come, and when
she
read the letter that I placed in her hand telling
her why
we had to part, she cried, I cried, and we
hugged
a tearful goodbye. We both hurt, she much
more
than me; but the wrenching hurt of breaking
up
was a good hurt, because in her broken heart
she knew
our love was true but not meant
to
be, and we parted with dignity.
Composed
in Nipigon, Ontario
Date
unknown: 1990-2000
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