I'd been in love with this guy for almost 2 years when a friend of mine started dating him. Well she went away for a week and me and him had the best time together . . . this is about what happened and what I told her when she returned and found out.

Four years ago, we fell deeply in love within minutes of meeting each other. Though our love manifested itself Spiritually, mentally, emotionally, as well as physically, it was not meant to be fulfilled.

He's married and committed to his family. We spent many magical, powerful evenings together, each time promising ourselves it would be the last time. This poem was written during one excruciatingly painful night, when I wondered if I'd survive this loss. It begins with an attempt to describe the pain, leading into a fantasy that he'd arrived to see me (hence, the title) and ending with the reality that I was indeed still alone. The activity described is literal. The stone I reached for was a heart shaped rose quartz, which is said to aid in the healing of a broken heart.

If you find yourself suffering from loss of love, know that from pain we develop strength, wisdom and compassion. These qualities can be purchased in no other way. They're priceless. I survived, and I promise you - so can you.

God bless us all.