Flames To Dust

Affection that used to gently strum,
what's left is the pain that hums.
Fingers laced, heart interlocked,
we thought nothing could block.

When problems begun to arise,
oaths were broken, we told lies.
It simply didn't occur to us,
how a simple line could be our last.

Torn pieces of our draping hearts' core,
lying on a dusty, forgotten floor.
Even if we became friends again one day,
we knew the trust between has been frayed.
~Ger.