Bending

“Hearts are tough, Pete.  Most times they don’t break.

  Most times they only bend.”

-Hearts in Atlantis

 Stephen King

Meeting you was like so slowly

Drowning in honey,

Loving the sensation,

My thoughts, my being, saturated by

Sweetness, the growing knowledge of you.

But now, oh now, there is a

Shadow in your voice, an iciness

In your words, pushing away the light

We shared so briefly.

This sudden reticence wears on me,

Haunting my sleep,

Making me hear the headsman’s axe in

Every word you speak, knowing it

Must drop, shattering my desires, yet

Not knowing why;

I reconcile myself to loving what we have left,

And watching it trickle away,                                       

Frozen by this new chill that you

Blow through my soul.

We were made to Love each other in

A time between storms,

And it seems that time is going,

My clouds rising again.