Hearts Don't Die

Hearts Don’t Die

We collided in deep space;

our words expressed, like pheromones,

drew one another as craving addicts to the dance.

In the dark we could hear each other’s breaths fall,

but in the dark I could not find you,

for you stood rigid in the corner of your mind

and were feart to take my out-stretched hand.

I stumbled blindly calling to your soul

but our fingers failed to touch

and phobic fear of past loss set in,

to smother hope and steal the faith of love from the scene.

Then another brushed my skin

and whispered loves pledges to my empty chest.

So I followed, like a child of innocence,

ready to fill my fists with sweets,

but always looking back.

I gave to her my dedication,

my loyalty and my trust

and had to be true and assign you to the past.

But deep inside my loss and grief had left a mark,

a stain so profound, so ingrained

never to be erased by the passage of the sun.

Sometimes I passed that darkened room

and heard your sweet siren call

but little did I know twas the song of an angel

waiting to share her memories and her dreams.

You watched silently and hurt from your lair,

saw my trust trampled yet again,

and so, so lovingly called to me

in soothing,  gentle whispers

that our love was not dead.  

 

8^th July 2014