Your Name

January 30, 2009
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You, how could you leave;
As a flower first breaking through;
Stem snap thin.
Roots, wither shallow.
Petals, fragile bruise.

You, who by name are by shame borne.
A name stilled often upon my lips,
Bitter on my tongue,
Poison in my lungs.
But I am yours, so you are mine, and so alas, your name.

I often wonder to myself;
Why? Was it easy? Was it hard?
But deep within myself, I know I do not want to know the answers.
For though I may not understand, I do forgive and love you still,

And hearing any less from you,
Would more than break my heart.

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