new love to rise

i walk up to saint Bernadette's
to sit
outside
the small chapel
near the lighted statue
of mary.
there are flowers there.
gifts
of all sorts.
i see an old man on his
knees
near the wall.
praying, tears in his eyes.
i give him room,
walk home. I've
been there too,
sat in the cold
waiting for old love
to heal,
for new love to rise.