Between the slipstreams of a love vanished

 

Between The Slipstreams of Love vanished. ©-MFB III

Sometimes when pain
is etched deep
in a mural on
the walls of your heart,
when loneliness rides
heavy on your shoulders,
as you backpack
through memories
of before such sorrow,
the world becomes
a soundless blur.

Things move around you,
but you only understand
what is stationary,
the stationary that
carried her goodbye.

Seasons are
but salt on
the open wounds
of your heartache,
what need of summer days
without her warmth,
The bird songs of spring
would never match her sweet sighs,
winter holds no bitterness like
her frosty glare when
you last begged her stay,
and fall is exactly what you did
in a far less colorful way.

Like a pebble embedded
deep in your flesh,
as you hide in a shell
from the anguish,
know that soon
much like an oyster,
love will emerge,
poilshed like a pearl,
bringing beauty
into your emptiness
once more.

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