One Poem by Jonathan C. Holeman

Unrepairable

Many things I'd like to do.
Holding your hand at the final dance,
and seeing that smirk, and glitter of your eyes.
Tongue between your teeth,
as you grinned at me in the dead of night
over your shoulder, with me behind,
and nothing to cage our lusts.

There was a time when you looked to me,
and the look on your face was pure.
Yet over the years, I'd crushed your heart.
Your will became dust, beneath a starless sky,
and your hatred burned for me so well.

There's never been a place for us.
On Earth, or Heaven, or Hell,
too much pain, and sorrows caused,
some things can never be repaired.

{Poem by Jonathan C. Holeman}