To Heal

Once…

We were like two notes clashing

In an absent melodious connection,

A search to find harmony.

Yesterday…

Revealed love once a gentle breeze,

Gathering a stormy presence,

Making threadbare the seams joining us.

Last night…

Nocturnal curtains were pulled apart,

Eyes met but did not see,

Transparent hands touched

But did not feel,

Darkness revealed further drifting through and out of chaos.

Today…

Moisture clouds vision,

Yet, in discord,

There is a rare beauty,

A raw wound of truth

Slowly mending

A scar of dissonant love,

A vibration of imperfection

Maintaining its determination to heal.