Not On My Own

 You seem to be doing well. Accepting, adapting, getting along. i smile. But inside i cringe and sigh. Thinking of the tears i shed alone day after day.  Lonely. Lost. Still trying to find my way. Without the one i loved so intimately. The feel,  and smell of him. The touch of his skin against mine. The sound of his voice; how I was his Kathleen , and he, my Gary Gene. Will I ever get over , be able to move on ?  Without the love of my life , my perfect mate … No. Not on my own. Only with the help of dear family and friends who help me carry on