Trust Is a Precious Gift

trust is a precious gift once broken we may never repair shards that cut to the bone a heart empties love is sometimes at its best a vertiginous climb of heavens and hells so enduring yet fragile a bouquet graced vase becomes the mistake lying on the floor the detritus of a receding faith why is it sometimes i can feel his footsteps walking away from our bed and i do not really care you are his paramour so why not mine i go to the zoo watch monkeys copulate work on acceptance animals possess an honesty humanity rarely achieves such is life at times deposits you at its doors with a horizon of jaundiced eyes where faith struggles with its death join hands with perfidious Janus Fergus Falls 96