Like a Testimony

i come often to worship
at the alter of heartbreak
as if my body were holy ground and
the memory of our love, the sacred remains.

what a peculiar pain i live
that i cannot call this a penance.

the longing came from you
so to me
it has become like a message
from the Heavens--

with other pilgrims I will travel to where the gates are open.

First opened by you.