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Some say:
Home is where you hang your hat.
Others:
There is no place like home.
Perhaps then:
Home is a business proposition
In which gain and loss
are all put down on paper;
a license from the state that recognizes your organization
Then gladly accepts your loss
As just another failed venture.
But home:
In real life is where your heart is
But once lost it can never be gotten again
At least not like the first time
When the world looked brand new
and all that mattered was that special someone
who made you feel like no other.
That's what home is to me.
For better
Or worse
For richer
Or poorer
In sickness
And in health
Home is a final destination
A mansion with many rooms
In which one is your very own
But when your heart is broken
Home seems a million miles away
Hiding in some constellation
Lost among the stars.

- D.A. Wittler 2014

That Once Bright Lamp

Divorce changes everything!
Time changes nothing...
As the memories flood into my mind
I miss the sound of your voice,
the passion in your eyes, the stories of our life
and just being in your presence.
So no, time changes nothing,
but the hurt still resides deep inside me,
though it seems to fade minutely with each passing day
and the tears flow a little less frequently.
I miss you as much today
as I did the day we parted
in that stark and lifeless courtroom.
Can you still hear me somewhere out there
In the recesses of your broken heart?
Can you see my face grown long and dim with despair?
Please know that I am still here amongst the living,
for God knows I have longed for death to take me.
But I know that there are greater causes for living
and my spirit reaches out for meaning
amidst the ashes and ruin of a former life.
Where has that once bright lamp gone?
And so like the phoenix rising,
I will reappear in some distant place
in brighter days and happier space
alongside the love of my life!
I miss you!

- D.A. Wittler 2014