Bereft

I cradle my wounded heart

And tread the path of the unknown.

Eyes that see, minds that measure,

Hear me not; silence answers alone.

I wander endlessly,

Through roads that lead to nowhere,

Seeking sometimes a cloth,

To still the bleeding within me.

Yet a fragment is lost

The piece I gave

In love unguarded, unmeasured.

Have they lost it?

Did they ever know

The weight of what I offered?

Did they care to seek

what was theirs to keep?

The loss is mine alone,

No law to witness,

No justice to hold.

So I walk beyond it

Beyond sorrow, beyond hope,

Into the quiet unknown,

Where I do not ask why,

And I do not ask where.

Only the rhythm of my steps

Keeps me company

As I move

Through the ache,

Through the absence,

Through the silent infinity.