Torn

once there was a man who loved me
as I loved him

his words were soft
and yet they filled my soul with such fire
each sound tearing through my hardened heart
a machine-gun rending soft flesh
with each hushed phrase

his voice was the sweetest music
not gentle but clear
it spoke to me in ways that thrilled my skin
bringing to it a delicate glow

my heart leapt at every touch
each small smile
found a mirror in my own

I ached the day I learned
he was gone
a beautiful soul torn from my world
in a single lonesesome blast

my heart shattered
the icy grip of pain enfolded me
became mine
a wretched consort my only
comfort

once there was a man who loved me
as I loved him
every now and then I crave his touch
his voice, his scent
him

I love him still
even though I will never in this life hold him
share his thoughts
my thoughts

he gave me life
for that I will forever be thankful
and hold him in a small corner
of my soul