A thunderstorm threatens

behind my eyes

Betrayal, hot and molten

sears the air

Love withheld

punishes

my withering heart

and now

the rain

pours

down

Once succor

was found at her feet

and comfort is sought

once again

But the cost, the price,

the fee,

my self-respect

Heart, attend

whispered advice

and be whole

once again

Forget her face

Concede her love

is but a chimera

and be unbroken

once again

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton