You’re supposed to brighten up my world, be my grip on reality, an anchor of love through the storms of life.
Lasting Traces | “Old Hearts”
“I can’t keep pretending that I’m not losing track of life. These images have fallen off the wall. One step out in the rain, one single word to ease the pain. Please grant me absolution, please set me free from this disease (that) seems to be our grave. So patiently, but so invitingly. I can hardly grasp that you never spoke a word, that I can’t read the signs. This is frustration, bitter humiliation that old hearts break in isolation. We save the ashes of those whose lonely graves we dug ages ago. A casket that we’ve filled with hope to get rid of these faults, to let finally go. Golden rings once sealed this oath to love and cherish for better or for worse. It was the worst. Suddenly I watched these shadows overwhelm me as you simply walked through the door while you were whispering. You whispered a couple of words ”I just don’t feel the same” was all I heard, but that’s what I deserved. We failed by a lack of words.”
