Coming to Terms

I will eventually come to terms
with being alone,
but for now,
it's still the most painful thing.

How do you tell your heart
to let go of the very one
who made it whole,
brought it to life again?

Holding on means
feeling the barbs of every
memory you planted inside
me.

I will eventually come to terms
with your arm's length embraces,
separating yourself even as we
come together.

How do you continue to reach
for that most painful thing -
that barbed wire heart -
when every wound still bleeds?

Holding on means more time
spent washing wounds
than listening to your heart beat
next to mine.