The way it breaks
This heart
At the sound of your voice
In my ear – your laughter
Endearments, those words
Like a salve on a wound
Because it is
This heart
Raw and aching because there’s love
Or there isn’t
It doesn’t matter
Broken, it bleeds all the same-
And loving
You leave anyway.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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