a small piece of her heart remained.
there was no shame, guilt or fame
she has not been vain nor uncaring
but these are the emotions that she has been bearing.
bearing not for herself,
but for whom she loved.
he never or may never come to understand
how many spikes he has placed in that sacred heart she bore
a heart from once which laughter poured
to lighten his once dark world.
somewhere, somehow, along life’s way
he has lost his sanctity to the lies and half truths
that he shares
no longer can he see, the unbleachable stains he had spluttered
upon her childlike joy,
to a state of uncertainty, maybe even more