An Empty Jar

‎Does desire slip from the heart toward words ‎ ‎A small path carved after an immense struggle ‎ ‎The warmth of that journey still glistens in tears ‎ ‎There was someone for whom waiting became an empty Jar ‎ ‎No farewell was ever spoken   ‎ ‎Clinging to a tender bud across raw age ‎ ‎Scorched and shattered again and again in the folds of pain ‎ ‎In the lonely valleys of once-pure, once-true friendship ‎ ‎How Secret the departure was ‎