precious little thorns.

When you died I walked the streets
To escape each and every stare,
I wasn't alone , my shadow
Was ill compare,

I had become hollow
Bleeding left right and centre
But my shadow solid to the ground,

Every time I'd fall
It met halfway Down,

I had cursed time and forsaken it
dragging along memories of your love

in my mind I couldn't make it,

Where is heaven anyway

the sky once a grand old blue

resembling my insides
this depression of losing you,

I made it through the foggy haze
alone in silent violence my days,

longing for deaths reprieve,

wishing the cloak of darkness
would lift

smashing each tick tock clock
so I could breath,

I froze my tears to cut the glass
escaping disbelief,

our time in earthly heaven
Forbid by God was brief,

I loved you in my dying heart
the moment I was born,

and yet I love you still ,
emptiness reborn,

memories of You my love

forevermore adorns

wherever there are roses love
their are precious little thorns.

nardine Sanderson 12/10/2015.
for my dying heart.