Love and its many after effects: Part 1

Fidelity, what a fickle fancy of fear

Your death has brought me

Your loving arms reduced to menacing qualms.

The longing has since but disappeared

Oh my dearly dearly departed

Since we crossed paths I have

Lost my way

In this desert of consolation

Beauty once revered is but shredded truth

Scattered, meaningless…

As the bruises on this heart.