I swore I'd never do this.

Ranted, raved, and adamantly refused.

Sometimes the muse has other ideas.

But, this in no way, shape or form means I accept what happened. The muse might go traitorus on me from time to time, but my heart will NEVER agree.

Rating: G

Timeline/Spoilers: After movie.

*****

Holes

the spear crashed through

two hearts shattered

broken pieces, fragile shards, lying in the dust

the soldier stared at them in shock

the wife cried

the soldier knew the wound, had felt it before

the wife disagreed

this was different

the pieces were so small

the hole so large

the protective wall of the past gone

the agony unbearable

days passed, empty, cold

the wife mourned

the soldier endured

and the broken pieces were collected

“leave them” said the soldier

“no” replied the wife

“they won’t go back together right” the soldier scoffed

“i know,” the wife replied, “but he’d still love them”

mending, painful stitches, ragged patches

how do you rebuild what’s lost forever?

how do you rebuild without all the parts?

the nights were still empty

the days were still cold

the heart remade – the holes remained

the soldier carried on

battles, tactics, duty

learned to build again the armor to protect the broken heart

the wife tended to its ragged edges

watched the stars

learned to feel unseen fingers caressing on the breeze

and the woman

the woman learned to love the holes

because she knew why the pieces didn’t fit

she carried shards from two hearts rebuilt into one

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“So lately, been wondering,

Who will be there to take my place

When I'm gone, you'll need love

To light the shadows on your face…

,

And maybe, I'll find out

The way to make it back someday

To watch you, to guide you

Through the darkest of your days…