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