Heartbroken

Through my window, I see your silhouette in moonlight, on the far hill, each night as you sit alone We were lovers once You live on the cobbled road, where the stone gates are And I, above the store where father makes shoes I still wear the scars from those days We were young, I found you innocent and fragile, you opened your heart That summer was alive and fragrant, we picked wildflowers, putting them in our hair and covered every meadow, swam naked in your father's stream, below the hill, where the stone seat is, under the elm tree I felt out of place, yet you welcomed me It rained the last time I saw you The sadness in your face, the silent tears, as each stroke from your father's whip, cut deep, deep in my back Over the years they've healed, tattoo reminders Every night I look out, see your silhouette on the hill, sitting alone in the moonlight And I, a face in a broken window 7/13/14