joselle

  My heart listens It picks up the ache in a room like a song beneath the noise, and I carry it quietly, believing I will keep it safe. I am one of those hearts. I have loved without safety , held hopes of smiles and called it living. I nurture , I mend I see the divine in the undone , your echo holds me I have lost and still I give, On lock and still I reach. That is not my weakness this is my ember . The ebb and flow , the secret undertow of death Preservation breezes over. I’m lost ,find me please. I promise to allow the rain to seep I let the memories flood this heart Am I not drowning I am becoming And when I whisper his name I know that love will find me again My heart doesn’t end. It simply moves its light from beside me to within me. I miss you .