Locked and sealed

 

The heart that once was

an open meadow

adorned with wild flowers

is now a forlorn, fenced yard,

Its bosom sealed with pavement slabs,

Through cracks in these,

a few grass sprouts raise their head

in memory of better times:

free pastures, wild flowers, holding hands,

an embrace, a gentle kiss and a promise,

All that is now sealed under the slabs

and squeezed tight by the fence,

The few tufts of grass

sullen and somber like a grave’s cover,

entombing a life that once was.

 

That love and its beauty is buried now,

The few strands of grass

peeping through the pavement cracks

hark like ghosts from distant past,

while the present’s heels go crushing over them.