“Goodbye.”
With one word he carved my soul
And feasted on its flesh
My heart was strong enough
To carry the world
But fragile enough
To be crushed by loss
So delicate
That a wall of stone now stands to protect it
I may suffer
But never again for love
For my thoughts now lie in empty meadows
Of withered stalks and unhallowed ground
My wall now stands a dark castle
And I am queen