The fragile heart it shatters
Shards fly all around
The blood, the very life force
Seeps away without a sound

The smile it never falters
She will allow no one to see
The pain that she endures
Gut wrenching agony

Her love will never die
For it is of the purest form
Like a marionette she go on
She must, she must perform

Life now is unbearable
So empty, cold and bleak
At the thought of never hearing
His gentle voice again speak

She hears so many echoes
Her body tremors at his touch
Then from her dreams she wakes
As he fades away like dust

Pain can only be erased
By his tender embrace
To be held there in his arms
Together life’s challenges face

Yes, home is where the heart is
Though she knows not where that is
For he took her heart with him
And it will always be his

The shell of who she was
Walks alone upon the path
No one to even notice
That her world is cold and stark

She cares not for possessions
Nor for money or prestige
Material items unimportant
For she too has none to give

All she has ever wanted
Is the man who owns her heart
To be forever his special lady
For them never to be apart.

Trish Johnston ©7^th May 2019