He is tied up inside
Her heart, wrapped in twine
The guilt is very wide
Like a bullet hole, a bloody sign
She will never let
Him out, not unless he sighs
Crystal apologies set
Like repenting clouds in loving skies.
His arms divide;
Two long lies that will
Only deepen wounds in her side.
A locked door won’t let her leave that hill;
The cross she bears
Is secured with nails
Wrought by his confused tears
And fastened to boards like sails.
This has been
A long, tangled journey through
Two beating hearts I’ve seen
Atrophied by doubts untrue.
Fear not young pilgrims you
Will make it all the way past
This blocked façade of a weeping hue
You will escape the scars you’re both bound to.
Believe not in the doubts you
Have welling up so fast.
The spring will shoot forth into
Heaven, which is where you’ll both rejoice at last.
The keys to the gate
Have always been deep
Down in that heart they wait
Bound in twine, unable to sleep.