The warmth is gone.
My foundation,
my strength.
Nothing left but emptiness:
emptiness by my side,
emptiness inside.
Nothing left
except for a bleeding heart,
a heart that used to find solace
in shared moments and words,
in arms that were always open
and welcoming warmth that was
ever mine to take.

I've lost my stability,
those comforting embraces
that held me close -
one of my blood,
one of my heart.
Both gone now,
one by his choice,
one by mine.

Different in their healing warmths,
still I long for them both.
One was comfort,
guidance,
the familiar feeling of home,
lost forever now
as ashes on the wind.
The other held love,
and tenderness,
an undoubted security
lost forever now
in spiteful words and faded flames.

Still I long for those arms,
the strength and safety,
the ease of conversation
talking about nothing or everything,
there no matter what
I did or said.

No more.

Nothing left but my bleeding heart,
left cold and exposed on the ground,
begging to be picked up,
but more likely to be crushed.
The arms that once held that heart
safe and secure
have been swept away
by winds and time.
Now even the memory of warmth
is fading,
leaving only a dull pain
to fill the emptiness.
And the bleeding heart pulses feebly,
dangerously vulnerable once again.

09/24/2001

Posted on 09/19/2002
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