Loss
I couldn't stop the crumbling. The heartache was in the stone.
Blinded by childish loyalty
And clinging to a place in time.
When a house that was built on the ashes
Of a love that lived in my mind.
Only a dream to awaken from
As I wiped the tears from my face.
I saw the truth had brought it down
And I cried for the empty space.
I couldn’t stop the crumbling
The heartache was in the stone.
I could only live with the memories
Of all of the secrets I owned.
So sad 😞
I feel betrayal and disillusionment here. I distinctly remember "...the empty space" in my own history. Don't all women share this memory in some way? Beautiful, Sharon.