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
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….