I long for your misplaced, obedient, beating heart. Alone it searches among the runes of its yesterday's for a way back into the callous heart of the woman that no longer wants you.
Once I stood, heart in outstretched hand, pleading for you to love me. My red thread, unbound under your feet. If you had let me I would have taught you how to tie intricately beautiful knots to mend the frays and bring us together. But I couldn't tame your blind, bleeding, disobedient heart, and time couldn't heal you fast enough to keep you in my arms.