My heart hurts as it bleeds.
Its draining empties my innermost.
Limbo seemed an sterile land.
Had to step outside.

Breathing fresh air now but missing the stalled atmosphere.
My feet are here my mind there.
Time now drips by slower.
No need to rush home.

Two warm arms wait no more.
But a Black Hole as I open the door.
The baking of a loving friend distracts me.
While the cold feet of reality walk over me.

All wounds heal, the doctor says.
Am waiting for the effect of the pill.
Day One lasted about a week.
The sky is still overcast but it will clear out.

Will have to pick up the pieces of loved times.
Put them in a velvet box with a silky bow.
Right in the attic of my mind.
As a beautiful, precious gift I had.

Ernesto Onofre