I waited, from midnight to seven
on your doorstep to heaven
but you held on to the keys
as I was left out here to freeze;
now as morning has broken
not a word has been spoken
denying, confirming with stillness
that love is nothing but illness;
I retire forever and leave you
my heart beats, broken in two.
Sarah hosts today at dVerse, and asks us to tell about stories, emotions after Valentine, or something similar. The picture above I took on a business trip to Seatle, the morning after Valentine and I have always wondered about the story behind it.
Sorry for just doing a little nursery rhyme about such a heart break.