It is oft quoted that tis better to have loved and lost, well you know the rest

What you don't hear is that the lost is going to put you to the ultimate test

Completely consuming every ounce of your heart, your sole, your world

Making it impossible to go on, move forward and regain a normal sense of self

All you want to do is disappear, hide away and stay in your bed all day

Sure you still have the dog to awake you with kisses and unquestioning affection

But you still reach blindly to the cold side of the bed only to find that life defies detection

If there there was only one more hour, minute, second to proclaim your love and to steal one last kiss

Because you quickly find out it is all the little things that you are going to miss

As months have passed I now understand the quote "tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"

For as much as I desire for my love to be here with me today

The hurt I feel reminds me that I am the lucky one because she loved me in such a perfect, if only short, way