Poetry usually gives us that unique feeling that, in its own special way, fills the emptiness in us. Even if it is just in that one moment, that wonderful feeling really helps when you want to heal your soul.

I chose two short poems that helped me in that process, I hope it helps you to:

He was my North, my South, my East and West. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
-W. H. Auden

Time does not bring relief; You all have lied who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, and last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay