Archaeology
Sifting through the remains of our tenderness,
I am perplexed at the depth of my despair
My heart is a broken shard, tossed aside
In your eagerness to please another
While I,
I sit in the middens of our love
Hoping to discover the secret to eternity
And the reason you tore my gentle soul asunder
To fly uncaring into another’s lofty citadel,
Leaving me down here
Alone
And incomplete
©9 July 2008
Suzanne B. Jacobson
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