Souls

 I can read about souls all day long,

But the feeling of being broken is strong,

I know we're immortal,

And that we're here to pay off karmic debts, but I'm still a powerless, foolish mortal,

It's difficult to digest the reality of my life,

One where I'm no longer a wife,

I miss you,

Memories of you,

Flood my head,

Like a brisk horse drawn sled,

There is no escape from you,

However hard I try to shoo,

And quieten down,

The erratic beats of my heart, that now closely resemble a ghost town,

I want to "move on",

I now you'll lead the way, even if you're physically gone.