My heart flutters,
when I hear my name,
your voice calling me,
yet here I remain.
Alone, in a crowd,
a new life to start,
as I try to find,
what's left in my heart.
A most difficult time,
in this old life of mine,
as I move forward,
encouraged by a glass of wine.
Recovery is slow,
as I have been told,
but emotions are there,
with memories of old.