1 Cardinal & 1 Dove
I held out my spirit to you like a cup, filled to the brim with forgiveness, and I waited. My soul stood as a patient cedar, weathering the seasons of your heart.
I sought to build a home, a hearth to warm our two spirits, a garden where a family might grow. But you would not be a wife, nor would you tend the garden.
And I ask the silent stars, why then did you take my hand? Why did you walk with me into the temple, if your heart remained in the wild?
At every turn, you turn from me. I offer the bread of my love, and you reject it, and my heart breaks in the seeing.
Even now, as the great dove of peace lands at your window, longing to nest in your soul, you choose the company of your own self. You choose the storm, and turn your back on the quiet land.
“Love didn’t ruin me. Hope did. The kind that begged, ‘Maybe this time’.”
