In these pages, you will find poetic fragments of my journey through sorrow, remembrance, and eventual acceptance. The poems are not merely reflections of what was lost but are also testaments to the enduring bond that transcends time and space. They embody the whispers of a heart that still yearns and remembers.
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Whispers to Bella is a heartfelt exploration of grief and memory, a collection born from the quiet spaces left in the wake of loss. These poems are my dialogue with Bella, a beloved presence now departed. Each verse is an attempt to bridge the chasm between presence and absence, to capture the intangible essence of love and mourning.
In these pages, you will find fragments of my journey through sorrow, remembrance, and eventual acceptance. The poems are not merely reflections of what was lost but are also testaments to the enduring bond that transcends time and space. They embody the whispers of a heart that still yearns and remembers.
This collection is both an offering and a solace—a way to honor Bella’s memory and to invite others who have known loss to find their own echoes within these lines. I hope that through these words, you may find a space to reflect, to mourn, and perhaps to heal.
With deepest gratitude,
Alex
Sample
Letter to Bella, dead
(died suddenly 1981 aged 21- we were together 6 years)
You died so many years ago
but I am still here
suffering, despairing
crying for you,
but more and more
I cry for myself.
I didn’t want you to go
and I didn’t want to stay
but hey,
that’s life
and if I could
I’d swap with you
but I can’t
and I can’t say I love you
or ever did
because that’s too hard to know
so many years later
but I can say
I haven’t loved often
since you left
and I’ve only been hurt once-
and she had nothing on you.
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I recovered quickly
after you died
but you are in my thoughts
every day.
I can’t seem to recover
from the hurt of the other,
but I know one day
she will disappear
from my mind.
You won’t.
You can’t.
I won’t let you.
*
You know,
the most amazing thing is
as I grow old,
grow old,
you don’t;
in my thoughts
you are still,
still
the young angel I knew.
I grow old,
you don’t.
You won’t.
You can’t.
I won’t let you.
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So my Bella,
in my thoughts
you are still
the beautiful young angel
I knew.
We were so young
I don’t know if I really loved you
but you will love me forever
because to you
I was the only love
you ever had
and THAT will live
inside me forever,
inside me you cannot die.
You don’t.
You won’t.
You can’t.
I won’t let you.
stop thinking
Crimson
mortal
shame
shhhhh
there is fear in my heart
again
and again
stop
don’t stop
stop
stop thinking.
Crimson
mortal