I know the wounds have cut bone deep.,
You have flung parts of your soul to the cold winds
Tried to blow the pain to the ends
never to endure again
You thought this would bring a sort of peace
Now you feel the emptiness
You sink into it as a balm…
I have heard all your words.
I know you believe you do not have a heart to lose.
I have seen your face.
In the gentle time, under the Moon’s gaze,
as my fingers slip over the planes of you
I know you wish you had one to give…..