Riding the Storm

Sunday quiet

Photo by Zane Lee on Unsplash

You crushed the tempo of our love
Touched my pulse where we once united
Thready because of your affection for another

I am a bleeding heart after the quake is over
I shed the leftovers and gradually
build a new horizon

I rise
and see beyond the breaks of the tide
In tranquility, I sanctify on
Sunday quiet