A Simple Tale

When the one whose hand you’re holding

Is the one who holds your heart

You remember how this came to be,

How it tore you both apart,

You think of all the times you cried,

All the times you went without,

The silence in the world around you,

It never heard you shout!

You look across the bed now,

You watch the woman sleep,

Her heart is in your hands now,

Her heart and soul you keep.

Author Steve Boddey

For Poetry United