The love I had freely given

Now lies crumpled

A ball of contusions

The relationship we had treasured

Cupped to our hearts

Oh, the raging despair I now feel

That now stampedes over my soul

I will never allow your knife

To have the last word

I will take what’s left of my dignity

Set sail once again on the sea of hope

Where sincerity fills my sails

Cast out my nets

To catch another fish, a new love

Then together make this half, whole

©Phil Golding 15/10/2009