On the cuff of love we knew no bounds
but the chains we imposed upon ourselves.
Unconditional, we ripped apart scars,
plunged our hands deep into open wounds
we tore open hearts and detonated bomb
after bomb…for love?
Unconditional, there was no pain I brought to
your palms that you could not hold, no fear of
yours that would break me…invincible,
I have the scars to prove it.
We were blind yet saw all, naive, yet wise
beyond our souls that lay desiccated in shallow
graves we dug with our bare hands.
We destroyed each other in useless words,
battles of ego wounding pride.
Yet we tended the wounds we inflicted,
we fought, lost and won as time slipped through
the glass neck bottle. I caught your every fall
you held my sobbing soul.
I once told you
I had only love.
Only now.
This moment speckled in fruitless time
and so it is,
you transcended the essence of now,
for love,
unconditional,
eternally holding my sobbing soul,
catching my every fall.
Love? Unconditional.
Karen Hayward © 2018
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