Old timer

I remember a time in my life after I came back from overseas and my marriage was over and on this day I was walking trying to fix my head and an old guy pulled up and he asked me did I need a lift,
I said ok even though I was not really going anywhere, so as he drove up the road he said to me the reason I pulled up and asked you would you like a lift you looked like you are confused and lost and the closer I got to you I could see you looked really sad,
He asked me was alright and what was happing in my life to make me this sad I told him my story and he listened then he told me his story and how he lost his wife to cancer and he was down and out and how he is now married to his new partner he told me that even though he lost his first wife he still was happier with the second wife even though he still loved his first wife,
He pulled up in town I thanked him now years have past and I’m no where near were I used to live and guess who I seen in the supermarket? The old guy who picked me up when I was down who told me that life does get better you just have to live and life happens and as much as he was right I’m still held down by this weight of love that’s kept me crushed,
The strange thing is even though I know what I have to do I either don’t have the strength or I don’t know how to do it either way I’m going to keep writing until all of these shards and all put back together, I want to say to anyone who is still reading thank you it means a lot that I have fellow poets reading and understanding what it is that I’m going through.