Treasure the Scar.

Mourning for a love that was; that is no longer. That is still a mustard seed in my heart. For JM .

Like a harpoon through my chest
A dull "thud"; I am impaled.
A wet sensation runs down my body
The world tilts on its axis-
Or so it seems.
The loss is dizzying
I stagger in place.
My heart grabs at the temptation
Of a "what if"
But the phantom rope slips willingly
Through my fingers.
Let my death be swift
And unhampered by hopeless hopes.
This is but a flashback
Of an apocalypse been and gone.
While I was frozen in place;
Only momentarily thawed
By the blood running from this wound.
Warm and real.
It falls so heavily
And awakens me from time- frozen.
And I beckon the pain
For it alone will release me
From this waking nightmare.
In due course
Once beloved
I'll treasure the scar.