At last

You left me,

and my heart sputtered once and died.

Collapsed into itself and burst in to flames.

The scent of that betrayal lingered,

clinging to my skin like ink.

Ink that painted pictures that nobody could see,

inside of me.

Ashes, ashes,

the walls fell down.

The basement of my soul

littered with the charred remains.

In disarray I found myself,

Hidden in the fractured wreckage,

and willed myself to love again.

Transcended like that mythic bird of lore.

Bade my heart to heave the burdens of the past

And then my love, it was reborn at last.