A twisted string tied up in knots
hung from the heart-shaped silhouette,
as rain fell on the window pane,
startling the ghostly shadow
that haunts the heart, for now.
A waterfall, cascading down,
can't drown the sound of thunder.
Words echoed around the room,
where listener sat, deafened,
holding, desperately, to sanity.
The knots were pulled,
and strained, and stretched-
all to no avail- the rain fell
harder, faster, as the string
fell down to shadow.
Head in her hands, mirrors
surround, unseen by listener,
holding together the seams-
pulled, strained, and stretched.
No words echo now.
The knots are undone, at last-
But alone now, no heart;
only shadow, and rain, outside.
The hauntings are gone, now,
tired and tremulous string lies.
Enveloped by white noise,
softly, gently, wrapped so tightly,
in the arms of one unseen.
A lullaby soothes soft cries
and mends the wounds so deep
String wrapped around the finger-
Never, ever, forget.
Warmth and starlight encompass
the heart in shadow, listener's
mind, together, at once, all right.
Peace permeates as rain slows,
the earth renewed again.
Painstakingly, strength to use
a heart so long removed, that will
never, ever forget.
