no matter how hard you try,
the heart clings to a soul once touched,
deliberately refusing to release.
no matter how hard the eyes
draw the mind to a handsome face,
the soul turns its back on a new beginning.
Most of the time,
the brain admonishes the heart,
hunting for the absent logic
for a Spring which continues to lay fallow.
people mistake forgiveness as
weakness and a battered organ
to be beyond reach, a hapless appendage.
Is it understood that if the
wave refused to return when the
sand sent it away, then we would lack a seashore.