I run scenarios in my imagination
Of all the ways that this might end
A Stoic exercise of negative visualization
Imagining disaster and unpacking pain
Misery
Sadness
Depression
A gut wrenching sense of loss
Work out my potential responses
Seeing into possible future states
Knowing that I’d always find a way to work things out
And come to a place of acceptance
Where I discover the healing power
Of the love you’ve given me
Armed with this security
I go through my day
Powered by a constantly alternating current of
Yes she will/no she won’t
It will happen/no it won’t
Equilibrium achieved
Since it all ends
In your love
David Trudel © 2012
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David, you say this so well, and with just a brush of sadness.
Thanks Susan. My coping strategy – kind of like homeopathy for the soul.