The empty page beckons me. The
metaphor not lost on my heart,
where the blood pumps
steady, moving gently through
the scarred atriums.
The pieces of my life scattered when
you betrayed my trust, blurring
my horizon into obscurity.
Your love withdrawn silently.
A wordless retraction, without honour
or thought, beyond keeping yourself safe.
I watched you closely, searching
the no man’s land you had created. Cowardly
retreating into a foreign bunker, held
by the mind of a woman, steadfast
on fulfilling her own desires. Greedy,
with her own lust, to possess
what was not hers to possess.