My body aches with sadness.
It is alone and desolate.
I am not whole.
My beloved is hiding
and he will not find me.
Has he found me?
Perhaps my vision is clouded
with old, broken love I have not erased.
To lie beneath his heavy arm
and to overlap my heart onto his
and to stitch our flesh together
making us one being
is all I long to do, but
my delicate courage is drowning.

My delicate courage is drowning.