She fell
Like a knife through a red curtain
Through my soul
And though I screamed
I didn’t bleed
Just hung there
Split in two
Waiting for a breeze to tell me
Who I am
And she sunk below me
In the thick dark pools of my ignorance
At the very last
Reaching for me
But I was slowed by anger
And missed the chance
To save her
From her
Natural consequences
And when she disappeared
My eyes grew accustomed to the dark
And my ears grew accustomed to the silence
And gradually
I discovered varying shades of life
My passion had blinded me to
Peace gave a new color to everything
And I realized that where there is color
There is light
And the light came through the tear in my soul
Caused by her violent cruelty
A horrible pain
I now consider
Thoughtfully…
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