Safe House, Stranger Land

 

Strange, is it not, that you, my heart’s dearest name,

Are now just one more stranger?

 

My heart has torn apart this bodily abode,

Has run the streets

For your safe-house I know not where.

Heartless arms­- not holding you inside- feel only cold air.

 

After leading my heart to blaze hot gold,

I know now painfully well

Heart’s deadening return to lead, cold.

 

Pitiful, is it not, this vain attempt

To hide behind this cold shoulder?

For you indeed remain

My heart’s one and only name.

 

~ Joseph Roberson 2010