Sentenced

Perhaps this is her punishment
an existence heavy with remembrance
The lone lover
stuck to her pages
solemnly confronting the idea of solitude

Pushing back -
staining sheets with smells she hopes will never dissipate
No longer holding on to moments
but simply living in them
Scarcely
one by one
no matter how quickly they come and go

Her heart shattered and aching
frozen in some other time
the chill overwhelming
Redefining lonely
she is now homeless
without shelter

Banking on forgiveness seems utterly hopeless at best
What then?
The mark was made
Her consequence this:
          A lie
For truth is ruined
          so he says
Who is she to argue
Merely the contravener
shamed
a victim all by her own doing

Yet - Love
still unmeasured
no matter what the transgression may be
they Love
An adamant, stubborn, outspoken Love
existing without fail
without try
Effortless

While this Love may not recognize error
- and the human heart will still beat with one direction
the mind fails to practice with the same conviction
Spinning circles
creating reason thick in conflict
They're torn apart

He faithlessly marches on
while she stands still mistrusted
numb and naked
in fear of what may not come
Perhaps her punishment - is this
Living life
parallel to having it all
sharing Love with no beginning and no end
yet never finding the way to stand on common ground