The heart may die a thousand deaths

and whisper with its final breaths

”I love you”~

With battered skin

and bruised within

it forgives.

”I want you, but..”

“Just tell me what,”

it begs.

“Why did you leave?”

the silent accusation.

”Why didn’t you say

that I should stay?”

such desperation

carving hollows in the soul

It must die to love again…

and again.

Memory fades into faint scars~

hieroglyphic history,

A dark mystery,
unsolvable…

perpetually unfolding

as from the ashes

it rises to a beat

beyond defeat,

the stage is set

without regret…

Act I

”I love me…”

Copyright words and image Cheryl KP 2023