The Bond

My heart moved across the world, to space and hidden cities. 

Wherever it felt a glow or sense of belonging, from which its beats pulsed throughout my body. 

My soul would then, and only then feel truly alive and thriving.

 It was my heart and souls only desire to be there scattered between two.

Between my body and another’s mixing and merging, forming a bond.

A bond that could not be broken. 

Instead, they’re here with me, not scattered into a bond. 

Herewith me lying frozen and shattered in a pile of ash. 

Their remains flaking inside and outside of me. 

Stone cold just like the love of another that had died within me.