The weight of past loves lost and old lives left lingering
bear heavy load on a listless heart
leave little room to feel anything than lonely.
A radioactive heart enters
rams open doors labeled restricted
removes cobwebs from a ramshackle soul
revives a rundown mind
reaching for the remnants left behind
from a rover long receded.
Stirs up a stark contrast to your sadness
the search for something lost so long ago.
Suddenly, solace in your heart synchronizes in someone new.
You struggle to stave off the sorrow,
if only for tomorrow.
Wise hearts can become fools,
gold hearts can burn black,
and still you run like a rabbit from the love that you lacked.
Stop running.
Love.
Love,
it has found you.
And it wasn’t like falling was it?
No darling,
no.
It was a graceful dance through the door of his heart knowing you were finally home.
