Lines,
borders,
strings
between us
left me alone.
Aching,
burning,
my broken spirit seared.
My pain shifted,
my resolve questioned,
my being a landscape
of emptiness.
Disappointment
does not whisper,
it roars,
it burns the skin and the soul.
Love possesses
the beauty that transcends defeat.
The bitter taste
lingers on my lips
by questioning
all I had believed in.