Piecemeal

Ghosts in the walls
Semi permanent
And fingers through your hair
Sanguine
Ruby red and delicate
Passionate and distant
Hushed rumors of inconsistent love
Shattered talk of a future
Like polished wood grain
Sheer an smooth
Yet terribly forgettable
A grim fairytale
Hearts crossed
Heavy with turmoil
Eyes sewn shut
Pride and ego the thread.
Were our hearts
Truly a factor
Strained in extremis
Apparent in the midst if this
My journals a quiet sonnet
Anger the generous tonic
If you pray
Then let go
If i may
Ive grown
Stronger
Dedicated
Moving forward
My heart hopes so