Hard to Hold


The heart.

Her heart.

Brings me home.

Just as sure as, a door shuts.

 And, a bag gets unpacked.

Always, reminiscent…

True love, is aware of the facts.

I am removed and placed upon a former shelf.

Life, begins to…unpacks itself.

When, quagmires, await my vague footprints.

My love takes a restless hand.

And, combs away the begotten sand.

Save for an angel’s grace…

There would be no visit left undone.

I can wander aimlessly.

Seeking the unknown.

But my well ridden heart…

Is only whole when I am home.