The Heart’s Graveyard
Lost loves
aren’t really gone —
they lie in the heart’s graveyard
silent and still.
Till
a moment
a melody
a fragrance
reawakens them.
They rise
and return —
reminders of hurt
then a slow spiral
fall
to quietude.
Lost loves
aren’t really gone —
they lie in the heart’s graveyard
silent and still.
Till
a moment
a melody
a fragrance
reawakens them.
They rise
and return —
reminders of hurt
then a slow spiral
fall
to quietude.