A virus ravages the world.
A famine envelops mine.
I crawl into bed,
Having no measure of time,
Sleep eludes me for days,
As your memory ravages my mind.
I lift up the pillow you used
And hold it to my face.
Your smell has followed you away.
I remember,
If you remember how I would,
Or if you undoubtedly felt
When you said,
I don’t want to be with you.
It’s the third day
Since you left
Me.
The crying is now intermittent,
Between daily chores.
They interfere with the tears,
So, sadness lies hidden
Like the truth you never shared.
The ones who still love me
Become vocal.
They blame.
I cannot.
I’m in love.
It’s masochistic.
I regress into my room.
Fearful their love
Will terrify mine.
I can’t blame.
Not them. Not even you.
It’s all a matter of
Love.
Logic may appear –
Bringing a scale –
When promises and the past
Are measured.
It may.
Right now I deal
With hiding tears,
And countering
Future fears.
I took his hand, while drifting on the shore,
He mistook the shallows for the ocean.
His youth found the beauty in all the lore,
Caressing the anchor, devoid of motion.
My captain stood against a want and need,
To protect him from what must lay ahead:
Shattered lessons of betrayal and greed,
Of weighed down dreams, upon an ocean bed.
What he does not know now need not be known…
But when landlocked safety is rejected,
I‘d have to take what I myself have grown,
And sail to the deep and the dejected.
When waters roar and his eyes froth with fear,
I wish enough remains to pull him near.
Hearts Still Care 
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