Sifting through the ashes
of this broken heart,
handed on silver platter.
Who deserves such thing,
this prize no one would claim.
Do good, be good,
honest, loyal and loving,
but for the flinches
from the mace in face all to often.
Heart looking for reasons to stay,
even when faced with a parade
of reasons to run for life.
Hopefully holding on,
to the hopelessly inevitable,
as the loyalty to this love,
goes unanswered too often.
Samurai sword thrust to heart,
then manly thing I do,
to take by handle,
and violently rotate,
so no chance of life remains.
The life I could not save,
try as I might,
this love I could not save,
my everything and more.
