matters of the heart

So still I feel,

I feel like a planet surrounded by 1000 spinning rings,

but my core is too heavy to pay attention to the chaos.

I just miss your voice

The world is destroying itself

and all i can think of are the shape of your shoulders.

I know you have gone and all I can do is sit in the essence you left behind.

I am sitting in space and I have curled into the shape of this blue planet

I have folded within myself because this is where I tend to my wounds.

So still I feel in my mourning

So grateful.

This pain is different from other lovers, this pain makes my blood run warm

the slow seeping of life flows through me and everyday I become alive unto myself.

A bigger idea formulates,

Love evolves..I must evolve..I must let you go and what use to be us.

That no longer feeds me or you..I am here a shell of a being and you...well you have gone.

I am still.

I let go out of control.

I feel what I feel.

I accept what is.

When it comes to matters of the heart, one must be still..still enough to hear the beating of ones own heart and still enough to hear the next heart beat playing in the future.