Her cry was a shadow of a whisper
As she eagled out in a patch of sand
Across from the resplendent ocean
Cupped by its grains on the hearth
Trying to feel its sympathy
Embellished in the moonlight.
She hid her tears from the winds
Who continually attempted to discover them
And she restrained from crying out to the waves
For, despite their intrigued interest
There was no solace to be encountered.
She could only empty out
Within herself
And into the vacuum of silence
Rising in her heart
She crumbled
Wondering
If she would ever sprout forth
Out
Again.
She could not bear to think of him again
Yet could hear his voice everytime the winds shuffled by
Her heart began to foster an ache
Which slowly veined out to her entire being
Engulfing her
Holding her captive
Searing through
Crippling her.
She stared blankly to the ocean
The waves reflected his twinkling eyes
His infectious smile..
Memories of him came flashing by
Each more sweet than the last
But now they burned her
And she felt as though they torched her heart
With each tender frame.
She had to console her heart
And persuade it to detach
From each phrase of these memories
Each note
For now, he felt like a 'never'
From a possible 'maybe.'
It was like teaching her heart to beat
All over again
This time without automatically sending out her love to him
With each pump.
Reprogrammed
Just to beat
For existence
Into a life she never thought would result.
She could still feel remnants of his love
It now resembled varnish waiting to dry
A hazard to all it touched
Yet everything that touched it assimilated into it
Absorbed
Willingly or not.
She found herself puzzled
At how something that once made her swell with profound joy
Now almost destroyed her so.
She loved him
And he loved her
Then how did the pieces not fit?
She let the will to search for the answer escape her
Like surrendering to the depth of the well
Right now she must unclutch her hand from his
And swim to the safety and stability of the land.
She could only now cradle her heart
Nurture it
And attempt to mend its crippled exterior
How she could pursue to furnish it again was a question to be answered another day.
Today, she will just sprinkle herself out among the fine sands
And wait...
