Confessions Of A Broken Heart
This is the piece that links me to my past, tells something of my present and takes a glimpse of my pages ahead.
Nights then were longer
Hours marched like in a procession,
But time would pass unnoticed ~
Mornings in quiet haze.
The phone ceased to ring like my heart
That stopped its musical beating.
It echoed only our fadingsong,
That we set on a silent mode
Signaling our lost affection.
The daylight’s “ticket pass” to my room
I nullified for awhile.
I hanged blue curtains
And smothered the hours with tears.
I colored the canvas with sadness,
Filled my journal with words
Formed from my bleeding heart.
I tried to erase you in my life,
Attempted to rip the pages
Where you’re in them.
But that would mean me tearing everything!
The covers are naught if there’s nothing in there,
Like my life without you.
Leafing through the yellowed pages
That kept the memories
And concealed my pains,
I finally found the courage
To hear the confessions
Of my broken heart ~
I changed the curtains back to colors.
The sunshine’s “ticket pass” to my room,
Are welcomed once more.
I found the beauty in watching
The slow procession of time
Passing by my window.
At night, I light a lamp
So even in agony,
The little spark of my thoughts of you
Would cast aside the over powering shadows
As I read my life’s pages back
To the times
When you were still with me.
The tears I stained my journals
Were not in vain.
The great joy in loving
And the pain of losing you
Created such lovely contrasts
Of conspicuous colors
Splashed in my once dull canvas.
And then I realized:
Is not at all