The Dying Heart

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
She touched her skin,
a place where once a heart did beat.
a chilling breeze moving through the cemetery within.
Heartbreak, it was real…
she’d always wondered.
Love came along,
a love so strong it took her breath away,
but it traveled in one direction alone,
never returning to the heart that gave it life.
And so,
in a moment not heard,
the heart that’d waited so long became silent,
and beat no more.

©January 2019, Christina Anne Hawthorne

3 Replies to “The Dying Heart”

  1. Pingback: The Dying Heart | Christina Anne Hawthorne

  2. It’s always a pleasure to read your poems. First they seem simple, but they touch you deep inside and leave you wondering and thinking…

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