I Just Hope It Won’t Hurt Too Much for the Woman who Waited in the Clouds
I just hope it won’t hurt too much for her—the woman who waits in the clouds, watching from afar. The one who loved first, who held onto every memory, and now, all she can do is look down on the life she once knew.
I imagine her quiet ache, watching him move on, loving someone else. I imagine the moments she sees his smile, the way he looks at this new love—how it mirrors the way he used to look at her.
And in that space between the heavens and earth, she waits, hoping that someday, the pain will fade, that the ache will ease, but knowing it may never fully disappear.
She’s there, caught between peace and longing. every time he whispers “I love you” her, it’s as if she dies again, a little more each time? She’s the silent witness to his new life, holding onto her love for him, even though it no longer has a place in his world.
I just hope, in those quiet moments when the stars flicker above, that it doesn’t hurt her too much. That somehow, even in the clouds, she finds her own peace, even if she can never fully let go of the love she left behind.
