Trust Is a Precious Gift
trust is a precious gift
once broken
we may never repair
shards that cut to the bone
a heart empties
love is sometimes
at its best a vertiginous climb
of heavens and hells
so enduring yet fragile
a bouquet graced vase
becomes the mistake
lying on the floor
the detritus of a receding faith
why is it sometimes
i can feel his footsteps
walking away from our bed
and i do not really care
you are his paramour
so why not mine
i go to the zoo
watch monkeys copulate
work on acceptance
animals possess an honesty
humanity rarely achieves
such is life at times
deposits you at its doors
with a horizon of jaundiced eyes
where faith struggles with its death
join hands with perfidious Janus
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