love, poetry

Heart Locket

I folded up your picture.

The only one I held

Un-seeing what you felt like

The day I had to leave.

I creased your likeness empty

When decided Into war

When blood and brothers beckoned

The day I chose to leave.

I pressed you into silence

While virtue had its voice

Regret unsaid unnamed untold

The day I said I’d leave.

I’m captive to my calling

I’m focused on what’s good

Still shackled to sensation

The day I freely left.

I sliced you with my scissors 

The love I can’t bleed out

A memory and tomorrow

The day I left to love.

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