When last the heart failed…



Memory of a relationship, sadness and feeling of loss. Realizing there is still feeling long after the wound heals.

When last the heart failed…


Protected, in the depths of green

And the brittle thorns of lives

Caught between

This vice we navigate

Like unknown waters

In the depths of ourselves

Too murky to understand

I remember you like an old photograph

That seemed to lose its luster

The sadness is still in me

A nerve that never heals

Touches the crucial air

Wake some twenty years later

The thorn is still very much there….

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