I am no good at describing
The way I feel inside.
Loving you was akin to dying.
Losing you has brought me alive.
It has nearly killed me - the strength of my feelings.
A part of me died, the rest has survived.
The crumbs of hope that I have collected
I threw to the wind as the cathedral clock chimed.
I sat on the cathedral steps alone,
and listened to a busker’s guitar
I searched for you among the shadows
That had fallen all over my scars.
Copyright: Nara Hodge 2018