When all you have is broken
And all you loved seems gone
Walk back to nature’s healing
Where human life was born.
Cool rivulets and rocky coves
The motion of moon tides
The swoop of sea birds in the place
Where sea and shore collide.
Walk on her perfect beaches
Feel sand between your toes
Look past the furthest reaches
Of all we’ll ever know.
We’ve come too far away from her
And somehow must return
Forgive and find our feet again
It’s not too late to learn.
aplaceforpoetry 
I’m in such a state at the moment this hurts and annoys me in equal measure. There’s somebody I want to explore coves with, have for 40-odd years.
😢
Even with the crap, my world is better for having her in it
Adding this link to the reference index at the Foundation for Poetic Justice