rustyrose
Favoured Frenzy
A love that lingers in the grain of a faded photograph,
Yet you only heard the silence, never the aftermath.
I wore my soul like lace, intricate and thin,
But you couldn't see the ache beneath the skin.
The miles between us are a mercy, or so it seems,
For you never learned the language of my dreams.
A vintage heart discarded, still beating for the ghost
Of the man who held me nearest, but understood me least.

